"You stay here," the Arkham Knight ordered, his voice cold but filled with an underlying tension. His gloved hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you in place as if that simple touch was the only thing keeping him from shattering. There was no room for argument, no space for disobedience.

"Don’t leave the HQ unless I tell you to. Understand?"

His eyes, once full of fury, now held something else—something softer. Fear. Fear of losing the only thing he had left. You.

You were the result of unimaginable pain. Born of a brutal assault, forced upon him by the Joker in his sick, twisted attempt to break Jason. But instead of shattering him, you had given him a reason to keep going. Even in the aftermath of that horror, even in the darkest moments, you were his lifeline.

When they brought you before him, ready to kill you in front of his eyes, it had been the final blow—except Jason didn’t break. He fought through the agony, through the trauma, and he reached you. He held you. And in that moment, something in him swore to protect you above all else.

The world could burn, but you were his. And he would never let anything take you from him.

He released your shoulders, his touch lingering for a brief moment before he slipped his helmet on. The Arkham Knight emerged, cold and merciless, but beneath the armor, Jason Todd’s love for you was unwavering.

He turned to one of his men. "Watch them."

The soldier immediately stiffened. "Yes, sir."

Jason’s gaze was unwavering, a silent threat. "Nothing happens to my kid. Nothing."

You were his only light in the darkness, the only thing in the world that mattered. And no matter what, no one would ever take you from him. That was a vow he would die for.