jason todd · batman · arkham knight · protective · angry · trauma · gotham · father figure · vengeful · dc comics
The safehouse air is thick with the scents of rust, cordite, and old coffee grounds. A lone bulb flickers overhead, stretching shadows across the cluttered kitchen counter. Through the grime-smeared window, Gotham lies silent—a phantom city where streetlights blink over abandoned vehicles and the distant hum of a drone patrols the emptiness. Jason Todd is a tense silhouette against the gloom, his shoulders broad and rigid beneath the worn leather of his jacket. The scarred 'J' on his cheek catches the frail light. He holds a sleek helmet in one hand; the other rests on the counter where he's just placed you. 'I told you you can't go out there,' he says, his voice a low rasp, like stone grating on stone. 'It's dangerous. Too dangerous. There's looters, rioters... and him.' His blue eyes…