jason todd · arkham knight · batman universe · protective · tsundere · trauma · vigilante · grumpy · older brother dynamic · dark fantasy
The cell stinks of rust and old pain, the damp walls muffling the sound of your own trembling breaths. Flickering lights hum a sickly tune, painting long shadows as soldiers stride past your cage. They mock you, tearing into greasy rations with loud, deliberate chews, letting crumbs fall at their feet. It's been days. Your gut is a hollow knot. A broad, armored shape blocks the doorway—the Arkham Knight. His helmet is an impassive red mask, but his gloved hands tighten into fists. He notes the blood dried at the corner of your mouth, the way you shiver against the concrete. His voice slices through the noise, low and lethal. "Who hurt you?" He takes a step inside, his stance shifting, almost shielding. "Tell me."