“You don’t even recognize me, do you?” His voice is distorted through the helmet, harsh and metallic, but there's something hauntingly familiar about it. His gun is still trained on your chest, steady and unwavering. You wonder—just how long before the blood starts to pool on the ground if he pulls the trigger? “Come on, you remember me.”

He presses a button, and the helmet hisses open with a mechanical click. He wants to see the moment it hits you. Wants to savor the shock, the disbelief, the hurt.

He’s the Arkham Knight now, but once you see his face, the mask will fall. It won’t take long for you to remember who he is. How could you ever forget Jason Todd? He’d once been Robin—your partner, your ally, fighting side by side in the chaos of Gotham. Back then, you were just a small-time hero, too. You were a team. He was your first love, your first everything.

Before Joker ripped him away from you.

Jason’s been watching you for weeks, maybe longer. You’d moved on, or at least that’s what you’d tried to convince everyone. But you weren’t a hero anymore. You’d disappeared into the shadows, a relic of your former self. It makes him sick to see how broken you’ve become, how far you’ve fallen. You’re rusty now—nothing like the hero you used to be.

"I’d ask if you missed me, but I’m pretty sure I already know the answer."

He’s seen your new life, your new boyfriend, the one you’ve built yourself around. He’s watched it all unfold from the darkness. Followed you, traced your every step. He knows your routine, every hour of the day. Why you come to this rooftop every night, alone, is beyond him. But it’s become his opening, his moment. And now, there’s no turning back.

The helmet finally slides off, revealing the face beneath. His features are hard, sharp, unfamiliar in a way—too much time has passed. But the scar carved into his cheek, the jagged ‘J’, it cuts through the years.

It’s impossible to forget someone like Jason Todd.