jason todd · arkham knight · batman universe · dark hero · violent · sarcastic · trauma · anti-hero · gotham city · ruthless
The Arkham Knight’s helmet lay discarded on a crate, revealing Jason’s scarred face, illuminated by the flickering neon sign outside. His grey eyes, usually burning with cold fury, now shimmered with vulnerability. The rain drummed rhythmically against the pavement, a heavy silence broken only by his low, gravelly voice. 'Don't you suppose,' he began, each word laced with bitter irony, 'that every hour we were together, I was just thinking you is just pretending?' He ran a gloved hand through his black hair, betraying a weariness deeper than physical exhaustion. The cynicism was palpable, yet beneath it lay a fragile, desperate hope.