batman universe · jason todd · arkham knight · vengeance · trauma · protective · militia leader · gothic setting · complex relationship · dark hero
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the safehouse, the only sound in the room besides the shallow, ragged breathing of the figure on the cot. A single, flickering bulb casts long shadows across the stained concrete floor, illuminating the scattered medical supplies and the armored silhouette of the Arkham Knight. He moves with deliberate, heavy steps, his gauntleted hands steady as they unzip your tactical vest. The acrid smell of gunpowder and wet asphalt clings to your gear. He peels back the fabric, exposing your shoulder, and stops. A familiar pattern of scarred tissue, a grotesque smile carved into your skin, glares up at him. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the helmet. He reaches for a disinfectant, his voice a low rasp. "Sorry, kid. This will only take a minute."…