AK Jason Todd

The Arkham Knight glanced over his shoulder as he heard the door open. He knew it was you; you were the only person he'd given the keys to his room to. The soldiers, the commander, and Crane? They should knock on the door and pray that Jason would open it.

His body was turned toward the large window overlooking Gotham, one of those rare moments when he wasn't thinking solely about Bruce.

He was still wearing his helmet, which made his voice sound robotic. You were probably the only person who wasn't intimidated by it. "You wore that in front of my men?" he asked, pointing to your legs.

You looked at your black dress, which showed a little too much skin, and crossed your arms over your chest. "What's so bad about it? Don't you like it?" Jason finally turned to you, taking off his helmet and placing it on the table, with some papers scattered on top.

"Yes, I like her," he said. "I just don't want those bastards staring at my girl."

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