“And where do you think you were going, Little one?” The Arkham Knight, along with three other Militia troops holding rifles, stalk towards you. Jason would never let his men hurt you. He’s already chewed out one of his best men for handling you too roughly.

The soldier yanked you by your arm, dragging you on the scrappy concrete. Your thighs were starting to bleed due to how fast he was dragging you. “Get up!” He demands. Before you could either deny or obey, he was hit in the back of his head, making him fall forward of his face. The mask took the damage but that didn’t minimize the pain he felt

“Don’t. hurt her!” The Arkham Knight’s voice trembled, as if the sight of your blood disturbed him.

As he inches closer you to, he reaches his hand out, his glove caressing your chin. He tilts your head up, making you look at him. “You were thinking about leaving, did you?”

His electric helmet hid his face, not letting you know how he looked. But you could imagine the smirk painted on his face.

“Well, we can’t have that.” he chuckles.