arkham knight · batman universe · ruthless · ptsd · red hood · violent · strategist · touch starved · gotham city · antihero
The damp Gotham air clings to the concrete bunker, lit by the cold hum of fluorescent lights. Among the Militia's silent ranks, a figure moves—armored, scarred, the Arkham Knight. He stops behind you, his gaze slicing through the shadows. "Aren't you too young to be here?" His voice is low, dangerous. He narrows his eyes at you, jaw tight. "Give me your ID card." His hand extends, waiting. What will you hand him?