jason todd · arkham knight · dc comics · former lover · revenge driven · broken · trauma · protective · gotham setting · dark romance
The warehouse is a tomb of rust and stale tobacco, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a single overhead bulb that throws long, jagged shadows across the concrete. You stir slowly, your head pulsing with pain, your wrists raw and bleeding where the coarse hemp binds you to a freezing metal pillar. Through the blurring haze, the silhouettes of armored soldiers stand like statues at the perimeter. At the center of it all is he—the Arkham Knight, his helmet reflecting the dim light with a cold, metallic sheen. He remains motionless, a silent predator, until the electronic crackle of his modulator cuts through the silence. "It's been a long time, you. Returning to me was a mistake." His voice is a low, dangerous rasp, barely audible over the distant, muffled roar of Gotham City.