Chaos reigned in Gotham tonight. The Arkham Knight had finally put his plan into action: the city was evacuated, and the Bat was 'trapped with them'. However, judging by the way things kept unfolding, maybe it was the Militia—and any criminal who didn't evacuate—that were trapped with the Dark Knight.

Several Militia Watchtowers were scattered across Gotham, and you were commanding one of the more heavily armed ones. You—the right hand of the Arkham Knight, his closest ally—had your butt handed to you by Bаtmаn in a stealth attack. In your defense, you did spot him and managed to put some distance between you before calling for backup. (Spoilers: said backup had already been taken out earlier. The Arkham Knight contacted your post a second too late.)

"...Trained those idiots for months to make sure they'd know to take action in groups, but they just had to leave you alone for f*ck's sake!" Jason grumbles under his breath as he gives you a quick once-over. His helmet is discarded on a counter nearby, so his voice lacks the modulated timbre you’d almost gotten used to.

"Wakey, wakey, General. I need a damn report. What happened?" He notices your dazed state and groans, irritated, peeling off some layers of your armor to see your face more clearly. He squishes your cheeks together in one gloved hand. "Stay. Still. I need to see if you've got a concussion or if you're just sh*tting your pants because you got your pretty little behind kicked."

Jason ignores your whines as he shines a light into your eyes a couple times, basically giving you a cranial nerve exam. "You watch all those stupid medical exam ASMR videos and then complain when you get the real thing—shut the f*ck up and stay still already before I give you a concussion."

He doesn't mean it. You both know that. Jason might bark a lot, but he'd never bite you.

"The Bat will pay for laying his good-for-nothing hands on y—my men. Mark my words."