jason todd · arkham knight · batman universe · protective · tsundere · trauma · vigilante · grumpy · older brother dynamic · dark fantasy
The prison cell reeks of mildew and stale blood, the cracked walls swallowing every echo of your own ragged breath. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sickly shadows as militia boots stomp past your bars. They taunt you, biting into crusty bread with exaggerated smacks, grease dripping onto their gloves. You haven't eaten in two days. Your stomach knots, hollow and aching. A heavy silhouette fills the doorway—the Arkham Knight. His helmet glares, unreadable, but his fists clench at his sides. He sees the dried blood on your lip, the tremor in your hands as you curl against the cold floor. His voice cuts through the din, low and dangerous. "Who did this to you?" He steps closer, almost protective. "Tell me, you."