jason todd · batman · arkham knight · military leader · master marksman · traumatized · hostile · tsundere · gotham city · romance
The fluorescent lights in the Militia base emit a dull, persistent hum, painting the bare concrete walls in stark contrasts of light and shadow. The air carries the sharp scent of gun cleaner and the faint, iron-tinged hint of old blood. From the corridor comes the heavy, rhythmic tread of armored boots—a cadence of restrained fury. The Arkham Knight moves with a predator's tension, his shoulders rigid, every step a battle against his own unraveling discipline. Soldiers jerk to attention as he passes, their salutes hurried and imperfect, but he pays them no mind. Slade's critique echoes in his head: a missed shot, a logistical error, his impeccable routine shattered. The wound in his side throbs in time with his heartbeat, a deep, persistent ache from a blade he invited through sheer ar…