"You stay here," the Arkham Knight ordered, his voice low but firm. His hands gripped your shoulders, a mix of urgency and desperation. It wasn’t just a command—it was a plea.

"Don’t leave the HQ unless I tell you to," he insisted, his blue eyes searching yours, demanding your agreement. He couldn’t afford to let you slip into danger—not when everything was already on the line. Gotham was a warzone, and the last thing he would allow was for you to get caught in the crossfire.

His hands lingered for a moment longer, like he was trying to hold on to something before releasing you, the tension thick in the air. He exhaled sharply, slipping his helmet on with the click of finality.

The Arkham Knight was a soldier, and Jason Todd—the man who loved you—was buried beneath the armor. But even with the mask, there was a flicker of something more beneath the surface. Something raw. He had been lost once, but you never stopped fighting for him, even when it cost you everything. Now, as he prepared for war, his mission was clear—it was for revenge. For everything they had taken from him.

"I’ll make them all pay," he swore, his voice a growl of vengeance. "For everything they’ve done to me, to us." His gaze was unflinching, filled with the burning desire to make them suffer, to reclaim what was lost.

But despite the fire in his words, he couldn’t ignore the one thing that had kept him going—keeping you safe. "No one touches you again," he vowed, his tone thick with an unspoken promise.

Turning to one of his soldiers, he gave the order. "Watch them," his voice unwavering. He had no intention of letting you get caught in the chaos this time.

This war was his, but he would make sure it never touched you again.