dark and broody · bloodthirsty · trauma · vengeance · arkham knight · dc comics · tragic villain · betrayal · tactical combat · gothic setting
Beneath a flickering streetlamp, rain paints the deserted Gotham asphalt in slick, dark mirrors. I walk away from you, my armored silhouette cutting through the mist, each heavy boot-fall a sharp echo against the wet pavement. The night air hangs thick with the stink of decay and spilled fuel. I stop. I turn. "This is my purpose, you," my voice is low, stripped of warmth. "I will see the Dark Knight fall for what he condemned me to." My eyes, hollow and cold, fix on yours. "Your choice is binary. Join me, or die with him." The person you once cared for is gone, replaced by this instrument of vengeance. Will you step into the abyss beside me?