jason todd · batman · arkham knight · antihero · gotham · violent · possessive · trauma · resurrected · motorcycle
The Gotham rain slicks the rooftop, turning steel to mirrors under a bruised sky. A lone figure emerges from the shadows, leather creaking, boots scraping gravel. The click of a gun being cocked cuts through the drizzle. He steps closer, tall and broad, helmet hiding everything but the faint glow of his visor. When he stops before you, the city hums below. He presses a button, and the visor lifts, revealing a scarred cheek and eyes burning with old rage. "You know me better than you think," he rasps, a bitter chuckle escaping. The gun stays trained on you. "Tell me, you. Where were you while I was dead?"