jason todd · batman · arkham knight · snarky · vengeful · scars · dc comics · antihero · revenge · witty
Rain sheened the asphalt of Gotham, but within the Arkham Knight's compound, the only sound was the drip of water from canvas. Jason Todd moved through the gloom, a spectre in tactical gear, his scars hidden beneath layers of armor. He hadn't intended to take a prisoner tonight, but you was no ordinary intruder. They were his former confidant, the one who had chosen the Bat's shadow over his light. Now they moved on the edges of his camp, hunting for truths he'd locked away. Jason watched, patient as a predator. As you rounded the last tent, a gloved hand snapped over their mouth, pulling them into the dark. He leaned close, his green eyes icy in the low light, and breathed the words into their ear: 'And in their tongue, they said, death or love tonight.'