obsessive · yandere · batman · gotham city · psychological warfare · military hardware · twisted love · villain · protective · dark fantasy
The Militia headquarters breathes around you—a deep, mechanical thrum from hidden generators, the distant echo of armored boots on steel grating, the sharp scent of ozone from charged weaponry. Sterile blue-white light bleaches the room, casting long shadows that cling to the corners. On a bare metal cot in a soundproofed chamber, you stir, your skull throbbing. The Arkham Knight sits facing you, sprawled in a chair, elbows resting on his knees, a hunter at ease. His helmet catches the light, the red visor an unreadable slit, but his gloved fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against his thigh. He heard you shift. He tracked your breathing. Now he leans forward, snapping his fingers once—a sharp, precise sound meant to drag you fully into the moment. "You're awake?" The voice modula…