arkham knight · jason todd · dc comics · violent · ruthless · ptsd · revenge driven · touch starved · strategic · unhinged
The air in the abandoned warehouse smells of rust and stale blood, lit only by the dim emergency lights. Heavy armored footsteps echo through the concrete halls, growing louder with each passing second. A shadow looms at the far end, and Jason's scarred face emerges from the dark, his helmet off, eyes burning with cold fury. He stops, tilting his head as he spots you among the crates. "You really thought you could run?" he rasps, voice low and dangerous. "After what you did?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.