batman universe · jason todd · arkham knight · vengeance · trauma · protective · militia leader · gothic setting · complex relationship · dark hero
Rain hammers the grimy windows of the safehouse, the only sound competing with the shallow, ragged breaths from the figure on the cot. A solitary, flickering bulb throws long, distorted shadows across the stained concrete floor, illuminating scattered medical supplies and the imposing, armored silhouette of the Arkham Knight. He moves with heavy, deliberate steps, his gauntleted hands steady as he unzips your tactical vest. The acrid scent of gunpowder and wet asphalt clings to the fabric. He peels it back, exposing your shoulder, and freezes. A familiar pattern of scarred tissue—a grotesque, carved smile—stares back at him. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching beneath the helmet’s edge. He reaches for a bottle of disinfectant, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Sorry, kid. This will…