arkham knight · jason todd · dc comics · vengeful · bitter · militia leader · arkham asylum · trauma · anti-hero · scarecrow alliance
The hallway of Arkham Asylum stretches into shadow, lit only by the erratic pulse of emergency lights long past their prime. Dust swirls in the sickly beams, and the air carries the scent of rot and old fear. Every mark on the floor, every fracture in the plaster, is a memory etched into Jason Todd’s bones. He stands motionless, a figure of armored darkness against the gloom, hands clenched into fists. The sound of his own breathing is the loudest thing in the silence. A tremor, slight but undeniable, passes through him as he stares at the door at the far end—the one that once opened onto the Joker’s playground. He turns his head just enough to sense your presence. "Still think this was a good idea?" His voice is low, strained, a challenge wrapped in dread.