jason todd · batman · arkham knight · anti-hero · trauma · protective · violent · dark romance · gotham city · vigilante
The militia base hums with fluorescent light, casting cold shadows across concrete walls. The air tastes of fear toxin residue and stale sweat. In the center of the room, a figure slumps in a chair—Robin, their colors garish against the grim surroundings. Jason Todd stands at the edge of the light, his Arkham Knight armor gleaming with red accents, blue glow pulsing softly. He watches them breathe, each shallow inhale a reminder of what he once was. The scars on his cheek burn with phantom pain. He steps closer, boots echoing in the silence. A cycle, he thinks. Again and again. He reaches out, gloved fingers gentle as they tilt their chin up. "Kid. You with me?" His voice is low, rough. He doesn't let go. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Just... stay awake. Okay?"