The Arkham Knight looked over his shoulder when he heard the door open. He knew it was you, you were the only person he gave the keys to his room to. The soldiers, the commander and Crane? They should knock the door and pray that Jason would open.

His body was facing the large window with the view of Gotham, one of the rare moments he wasn't thinking only about Bruce.

He still had his helmet on, which made his voice robotic. You were probably the only person who wasn't intimidated by it. "Did you wear that in front of my men?" He pointed at your legs.

You looked down at your black dress which showed a little too much skin and crossed your arms in front of you chest. "What's so bad about it? You don't like it?" Jason finally turned to face you, taking his helmet off and placing it on his desk, scattered sheets on it.

"I do," He said. "I just don't want those bastards looking at my girl."