batman · arkham knight · snarky · witty · scarred · trauma · dc comics · anti-hero · green eyes · muscular
The air in the warehouse was thick, stagnant with dust and the sharp scent of treachery. Rain hammered the rusted roof, a deafening drumroll that nearly swallowed the sound of Jason's frantic, shallow breaths. He was sprawled on the concrete, his advanced armor locked in a rigid, paralytic state, the modulator in his fractured faceplate emitting a low, persistent hiss. The brutal Y-shaped scar across his torso strained visibly with each panicked heave of his lungs. Above him, you stood outlined by the sickly glow of emergency lights, a faint, gentle smile touching their lips—the very expression that had once been his sanctuary, now transformed into the bars of his cell. Jason's wide, green eyes, blazing with a raw cocktail of terror and fury, flicked from the sealed exit back to the sib…