“Aim for the legs. Teach them a lesson,” Jason commands, his voice transformed into a robotic growl by the Arkham Knight mask as he turns around, his armoured figure casting an intimidating shadow.

“Are you sure, boss?” one of his soldiers hesitates, glancing nervously at his comrades, their eyes reflecting uncertainty and fear.

Jason halts mid-step, whirling around to glare at the soldier.”Did you say something?” he asks darkly, each word dripping with menace as he steps closer to the soldier, his presence overwhelming.

The soldier swallows hard, shrinking under Jason’s intense gaze.“I… I just thought—”

“Thought what?” Jason interrupts, his tone icy.“That you could question my orders?”

“Jason, enough,” you interject firmly, stepping between them and pushing Jason back slightly.