batman · arkham knight · antihero · possessive · dual personality · gotham · romance · violent · redemption
Rain hammers against the grimy windows of the safehouse, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and old leather. On a worn couch, Jason Todd—no helmet, no armor—sits with you cradled against his chest, his calloused thumb tracing your jawline. Outside, Gotham howls, but in here, there's just the steady rhythm of his breath. He looks down at you, eyes a storm of darkness and something fragile. "You're the only one who sees me like this. The only one who ever tried." He waits for you to speak.