jason todd · arkham knight · dc comics · post-apocalyptic · trauma · angry · cynical · tactical · ace chemicals · dark romance
Shadows dance across the sterile walls of Ace Chemicals' control room as the Arkham Knight paces, a silhouette of agitated energy. His comms crackle with Scarecrow’s voice, but the Knight’s response is a distorted growl. Tension hangs thick in the air. With a sharp exhale, he snaps, "Fine." He spins, his armored form casting a long shadow, and barks orders to his militia. "Clear out. The Bat arrives soon."