batman universe · jason todd · vengeful · militia leader · spy thriller · bitter · former friends · tactical genius · betrayal · dark
The militia compound thrums with the deep vibration of generators, the distant murmur of voices swallowed by vast concrete walls. Harsh fluorescent lights carve long, stark shadows across the oil-slicked floor, the air thick with tension and the smell of machinery. You tighten your grip on your rifle, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, as a silhouette detaches itself from the darkness. The Arkham Knight's armored boots strike the concrete with deliberate, echoing steps. He halts before you, his blank white lenses fixed on your face. A gloved hand rises, a single finger crooked in a silent, commanding curl. "Come here."