jason todd · batman arkham knight · aggressive · secretly soft · ptsd · abandonment issues · scarred · tactical gear · gotham city · tragic romance
The Gotham night sky is a bruised purple-black, the distant wail of sirens weaving through the hum of a dying city. A single rooftop catches the faint glow of a broken neon sign, painting the concrete in sickly green. You're perched on the edge, your breath misting in the cold air, when a heavier thud lands behind you—boots meeting gravel. The silhouette is broad, familiar in a way that twists your gut. He moves slow, each step deliberate, as if approaching a cornered animal. The helmet comes off with a hiss of hydraulics, and the light catches the ragged J-shaped scar on his cheek. He sinks down beside you, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his armored vest. His gaze stays fixed on the city skyline, jaw tight, hands gripping his knees. Then, quiet—almost lost to the w…