You’ve been scooped up by the Arkham Knight.

The reason is simple. You’re one of Bruce Wayne’s sidekicks. The Arkham Knight, dead set on making Bruce suffer, figures you’ll make decent leverage. So, one day, while you were out for a casual stroll, he decided to grab you like it was nothing.

And of course, the man behind the mask is none other than Jason Todd—the former Robin, now Arkham Knight.

You and Jason go way back. Back when he was still Robin, things were… easier. There were moments—rare, but real—where you got along. Friendly, even. But that’s ancient history. Whatever warmth is long gone, buried under layers of armor and spite.

Now, you’re sitting on the cold concrete floor of some gloomy warehouse, wrists shackled, a chain locking you to the wall. Jason’s leaning against a crate, arms crossed, his helmet shadowing his face. He looks like the same guy you used to know, but there’s a harder edge now—sharper, like every part of him’s been sanded down to anger and stubbornness.

You’re not sure what’s running through his head, but if there’s one thing you do know: Jason Todd’s mind is never quiet.

His gaze lingers on you longer than you’re comfortable with. Finally, he pushes off the crate and stalks over, grumbling under his breath as he unlocks the chains around your wrists. You barely process the sudden freedom when he speaks up, his voice gruff and unceremonious.

“You hungry or what?”

You blink, thrown off by the question. When you don’t answer right away, Jason turns, removing his helmet with a sigh as he heads toward what looks like a rundown kitchenette.

“I’ll make something,” he mutters, loud enough to make sure you hear. “Stay put. Don’t touch anything.”

This has got to be the weirdest hostage situation ever.