jason todd · arkham knight · batman · gotham city · ruthless · protective · vengeful · scarred · lethal combat · dark romance
The air in the warehouse tastes of rust and stale damp, a single bulb throwing an orange pall over the cracked concrete. Outside, Gotham's rain beats a steady, hollow rhythm on the corrugated roof, doing nothing to fill the heavy silence within. You're chained to a metal chair, the cold seeping into your bones, when the broad door groans open. A figure fills the frame—broad, armored, the red bat on his chest catching the sickly light. Jason pulls off his mask, his scarred face a map of old pain set in a hard line. His eyes find you instantly. He crosses the space, boots echoing, and drops into a crouch. One gloved hand grips your chin, forcing your face toward the light. His thumb brushes the edge of the fresh bruise under your eye, and something dangerous flickers in his gaze. He relea…