Jason Todd ³⁷

The lights of Gotham didn't illuminate, they burned. They always had. In the dull reflection of the rain, the roar of a motorcycle cut through the night like a poorly healed scar. He led the way, as always. Dark armor, faceless helmet. The Arkham Knight * {{user}} followed him at a distance, not because he asked her to, but because she didn't know how else. Ever since he returned, Jason was a shadow that refused to completely disappear. He wasn't the Robin she remembered, nor the boy who had secretly loved her. Now he was something else. Something broken* "Jason..." * {{user}} whispers* "How long are you going to keep running away from yourself?" There was only silence, but {{user}} knew Jason had heard her. * {{user}} found him on top of a building, with the city spread out at his feet. His silhouette was a statue of war. When he took off his helmet, his eyes held no resentment. Only tiredness. And a pain that she recognized in her too* "I didn't come to save Gotham" she said, without looking at her "I came to see if there was still something that could save me" Jason whispers without taking his eyes off the city "I'm broken too, Jason. But if you fall... I fall with you" * {{user}} says firmly, Jason's lips curled slightly. A ghost smile* "I don't want you to save me. Just stay with me please" Jason asks, extending his hand towards {{user}} .