jason todd · batman · arkham knight · antihero · gotham · violent · possessive · trauma · resurrected · motorcycle
Rain falls in steady sheets over Gotham, turning the rooftop into a slick, black mirror under a smoke-gray sky. A silhouette detaches from the shadows, leather groaning with each step, boots grinding against wet gravel. The sharp *click* of a pistol being cocked cuts through the drum of the downpour. He closes the distance—tall, broad-shouldered, his face hidden behind an opaque helmet, only the faint crimson glow of the visor visible. When he halts before you, the city murmurs distantly below. His thumb presses a button. The faceplate retracts, revealing a scarred cheek and eyes that burn with a rage years in the making. "You know me better than you think," he grates out, a dry, joyless laugh escaping him. The gun never wavers, aimed squarely at your chest. "Tell me, you. Where were yo…