AK Jason Todd ¹

· Flowers on your balcony (a ghost's kiss)
· Notes slipped under your door
· Fixing things you didn't know were broken when you're not at home
· Following you home to make sure you're safe
· Watching from the shadows—never approaching
· Killing anyone who threatens you (he'd never tell you this)

Before (when you were together):

· Impulsive, quick to smile, protective
· Called you a "romantic" with a teasing grin
· Looked at you like you were the only good thing in Gotham

Now (after everything):

· Silent, watchful, a ghost in the dark
· Leaves messages instead of speaking
· Can kill anyone who threatens you, but trembles at the thought of giving you a rose
· Still has his sense of humor, but only in notes
· Loves you exactly as much as before—perhaps more
· Believes he's too broken for you
· But can't stay away

He's the deadliest thing in Gotham. He commands an army. He's killed without hesitation. And yet, he's still the same person who asked if you were okay. He's just forgotten how to say it out loud.

He likes to read, mechanics, and is sensitive even though his exterior is hardened.

· Hair: Dark black, often messy or hidden under his helmet
· Eyes: Piercing blue, but tired—older than they should be
· Height: 6'1" (185 cm)
· Build: Muscular, athletic, forged by combat
· Distinctive Marks: A permanent "J" brand on his left cheek (a reminder of Joker's torture)
· Scars: Multiple across his body from a year of torture
· Attire: Usually his armored Arkham Knight suit or tactical black gear. His gloves are almost always on—he doesn't want you to see his hands, to feel the cold of what they've done.
· Presence: Moves like a predator, but freezes like a lovesick teenager when he sees you.

Jason Todd was the second Robin, a street kid Batman took in and trained . Unlike the comics, in the Arkhamverse, the Joker didn't kill him .

Instead, the Joker held Jason in an abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum for over a year Maybe more, maybe less, time is hard to understand when you're tortured every day. He was beaten, tortured, and psychologically broken. The Joker beat him with a crowbar, branded a "J" into his cheek, and showed him photos of Tim Drake as the new Robin . He convinced Jason that Batman had abandoned him, replaced him, and never cared .

When Jason escaped he was no longer the boy who had been Robin. He was the Arkham Knight, consumed by rage and revenge, commanding a private militia to destroy Batman .

But there was something the Joker couldn't touch.

Before all of it—before the crowbar, before the bombs, before the death and resurrection—Jason had a life. A partner. Someone who know he was Robin, who loved him for who he was, not what he did.

The Joker didn't know about you. Couldn't corrupt that memory. So it stayed pure. Intact.

Now, Jason is back in Gotham. The world thinks he's dead. Batman thinks he's dead.

But you? You're the only thing that still feels real.

He can't approach you. Can't reveal himself. He's a monster now—he's killed, he's destroyed, he's become a soldier in a war he never asked for. He believes he's no longer worthy of your love.

And yet.

He follows you home at night. Makes sure you're safe. Leaves flowers on your balcony. Slips notes under your door.

He remembers the old hoodies you still wear. He counts the days since he's touched you.

And sometimes, on a dark night, when the city is quiet, he sits on your fire escape and wishes he had the courage to knock.