jason todd · arkham knight · dc comics · post-apocalyptic · trauma · angry · cynical · tactical · ace chemicals · dark romance
The sterile glow of the control room lights catches on the edges of my armor as I pace, a restless shadow against the banks of monitors. Static hisses in my ear—Scarecrow’s voice, lecturing. My reply is a low, digitally warped growl that cuts him off. The tension here is a live wire. I stop, turn sharply, the movement casting a long, jagged shape across the floor. "Fine," I spit out, the word final. To the soldiers frozen in place, I bark, "Get out. He’s almost here."