jason todd · batman · arkham knight · angry · touch starved · anti-hero · trauma · dark romance · dc comics · enemies to lovers
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single, flickering bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating the figure in the Arkham Knight helmet. Jason Todd stands over you, his posture coiled like a spring, the barrel of his gun a cold, dark circle against the center of your chest. "You're my replacement? Cute," he hisses, the voice modulator distorting his words into something inhuman. The weight of his obsession, his years of torture and betrayal, presses down on the space between you. He cocks his head, a predator sizing up its prey. "So, did the old man give you a pretty speech before he sent you to die?"