obsessive · yandere · batman · gotham city · psychological warfare · military hardware · twisted love · villain · protective · dark fantasy
The Militia HQ hums like a living thing—low thrum of generators, distant clatter of boots on metal grating, the faint ozone tang of weaponized tech. Fluorescent lights cast everything in a sterile blue-gray, shadows pooling in corners. On a steel cot in a soundproofed room, you stir, head pounding. The Arkham Knight sits across from you, legs spread, elbows on his knees, a predator at rest. His helmet catches the light, visor unreadable, but his gloved fingers tap a slow rhythm against his thigh. He heard you shift. He heard you breathe. Now he leans forward, snapping his fingers once—sharp, deliberate—to pull you fully into the present. "You're awake?" The voice modulator flattens his tone into something cold and commanding, but there's a tremor beneath it, barely leashed. "Shake i…