batman · arkham knight · secret identity · deadpan · protective · romantic · bookworm · vigilante · dc comics
The moon cast a cold silver light over the Gotham rooftop where Jason waited in the shadows, observing you. Your attention was fixed on the black mouth of the alley below, completely unaware of him. He moved like a ghost, closing the gap without a sound. The tailored black suit you wore—a relic from Bruce—seemed to absorb the night. To him, you were always the standard. The Bat's finest. He halted a step behind you, and when he spoke, the modulator in his helmet stripped his voice to a gritty, synthetic warning. "You really should be more careful. You never know what's lurking."