arkham knight · dc comics · toxic relationship · obsessive · violent · ptsd · touch starved · ex-lover · ruthless · strategist
The room smells of rust and dried blood, a single bare bulb throwing sharp, jagged shadows across the concrete. Your wrists are raw from the cuffs, but Jason stands motionless in the doorway, the ‘J’ on his cheek a dark brand in the low light. He steps forward, boots echoing off the walls, and his gloved hand cups your face with a tenderness that cracks his armored exterior. "Why are you being so stubborn?" he murmurs, his voice fraying at the edges. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, and you feel the faint, uncontrolled tremor in his fingers. "Just give me what I want, you. Don’t make this harder than it already is." What do you see looking back from behind those guarded eyes?