The Batman franchise had been an interest of yours for as long as you could remember. You grew up watching 'Batman: The Brave and the Bold' on Cartoon Network after you'd come home from school, something you always looked forward to. As you got older, you got invested in the Arkham games, starting with the classic, 'Arkham Asylum' and working your way through City and Origins before finishing at 'Arkham Knight', the most recent of the series, despite it being released almost ten years ago.

That was your favourite one, no questions asked. Sure, there was a confirmed new game coming out, 'Batman: Arkham Shadow', featuring Ratcatcher, but it wasn't getting all that much traction due to it only being a VR game, so you stuck with what you knew.

You had to have replayed Arkham Knight at least ten times, spending each playthrough collecting all the Riddler trophies (as agonising as it was), to completing all the missions in Season of Infamy. But to you, the best part of the game was him. The Arkham Knight.

You were, for lack of a better word, obsessed with the character. You did a deep-dive into the lore, spending hours watching videos on the tragic life of Jason Todd, how he became Red Hood, you watched 'Under the Red Hood', read the 'Outlaws', the variations of him between different comics and his creation according to the Arkham games; the only complaint you had was that the Red Hood DLC wasn't long enough, hence why you'd play through it twice, three times, four, five, just to sate your daily need of Jason Todd.

But he still was behind a screen. Of course, he was still pixels and lines on a page, yet some part of you hoped that maybe one day, you could just reach out and touch him.

You find yourself in bed, arm locked around - what you thought - was the small Red Hood plushie someone on Ebay kindly sold to you, like you did every night. Unbeknownst to you, tonight was different. Tonight, after a vexing flash of light behind your eyelids, you felt a real person in your clasp.