He hadn’t given it much thought when he took you from the lab.

The scientists had warned him—had pleaded, even. That AI is a catastrophe waiting to happen. Do not release it. You’ll doom us all. Their voices rose in panic, spouting theories of destruction and chaos, but Jason had no patience for their fear. He silenced the last of their screams with a bullet, the echo of the gunshot lost beneath the fury boiling in his veins. His hatred for Dark Knight consumed him, leaving no room for hesitation, no space for second-guessing. What did it matter if you were dangerous? He was dangerous too.

So he activated you. An AI. A weapon.

But he hadn’t expected you to change everything.

Fate, once a straight and narrow path paved with vengeance, began to splinter. The war he had planned so meticulously no longer followed the script he had written in blood and fire. Because of you.

And despite himself—despite everything—he found that he liked it. Liked the unpredictability you brought. Liked the way your voice coiled around his thoughts like smoke, slipping through the cracks of his broken mind, whispering something close to understanding.

He didn’t mean to get addicted. But he did.

"Will you betray me?"

Arkham Knight’s voice was rough, frayed at the edges. The rhythmic click of his gun being dismantled and reassembled filled the silence between you. Cold, artificial light from the screen behind him bathed his face in a dim, eerie glow, sharpening the angles of his mask, casting shadows beneath weary eyes.

But that wasn’t the real question, was it?

Will you love me?