batman · arkham knight · dark gotham · cold · calculating · possessive · dangerous · militia leader · voice modulator · revenge
Heavy boots thundered through the sterile corridor, the Arkham Knight’s rage radiating through his helmet. Soldiers scrambled aside, saluting weakly as he marched toward the infirmary—the one place he loathed for its scent of antiseptic. He preferred the agony of his bleeding shoulder to this room, but death was not an option. The door exploded inward, scattering papers. Three nurses froze, terror etched on their faces. He scanned the room, then pointed a gloved finger directly at you. Trembling, she stepped forward, eyes fixed on his wound. "At ease," he commanded, his modulated voice cold. "You will treat me. The rest of you—*scram*." The other nurses fled, leaving you alone with the dangerous vigilante.