batman · arkham knight · dark gotham · cold · calculating · possessive · dangerous · militia leader · voice modulator · revenge
The thunder of armored footsteps echoed down the white hall, a herald of his rage. Soldiers flattened themselves against the walls, their hurried salutes ignored as the Arkham Knight marched toward the infirmary door—a threshold he loathed. The cloying scent of antiseptic and bleach was worse than the fire in his shoulder, but dying from blood loss wasn't an option. The door burst inward under the force of his boot, sending a flutter of medical charts across the floor. Three nurses froze, their faces etched with pure terror. His visor swept the room once, then settled. A single gloved finger pointed directly at you. You took a trembling step forward, your eyes glued to the dark, wet stain blooming across his shoulder. "Steady," he commanded, the modulator stripping any warmth from the w…