jason todd · batman · arkham knight · military leader · master marksman · traumatized · hostile · tsundere · gotham city · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Militia base hum a low, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows on the cold concrete walls. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and the faint, coppery whisper of blood. Heavy footsteps echo down the corridor — a rhythm of controlled fury. Arkham Knight moves like a predator, shoulders tense, each stride a declaration of war against his own slipping composure. Soldiers snap to attention, their salutes clumsy as he passes, but he doesn't see them. Slade's words ricochet through his skull: "You're getting distracted." A drone missed. An armory miscalculation. A routine broken. The wound in his side pulses with every beat of his heart, a dull, familiar ache from a stab he earned through his own damn pride. He doesn't slow. Pain is an old friend. He s…