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Arkham Knight x Reader
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Taking a glance around, you confirmed that was indeed the last of them; unconscious thugs surrounded you. This was not how you had been hoping to spend your Halloween night--stopping riots. Parties weren’t really your thing anymore though, not after it happened. Your reckless and joyful teenage years were a thing of the past. Now, you only had your duties keeping you sane. Someone had to keep Gotham safe and Batman couldn’t do it alone. Well, he probably could, but you didn’t want the man to push himself beyond his limits like you knew he would.
“The riot in Caulder district in taken care of, B,” you spoke through your comms while heading back to your bike, “anything else?”
“No, I’ll notify you if I have anything,” Batman replied. Sighing, you hopped on your bike. Even if Scarecrow was on the loose, Bruce wouldn’t allow you to do anything other than help with petty thugs. Even since the incident with Jason, he had been nothing but overprotective.
At the thought of Jason, your heart skipped a beat painfully. If anyone saw you, they would see nothing on your face; nothing in your dead [E/C] eyes. On the inside though, you were a wreck. Jason was your best friend and comrade. He was your whole world. To see him die, to hear him declare his hatred for his mentor, it tore you apart. The Joker not only killed Jason, but he broke his very soul. He broke Jason until he wasn’t even there anymore. This is the only reason you haven’t completely given up. You had so much hatred behind your stone cold expression. You had to make every criminal pay. Shaking your head, you brought your mind back to the present. You had been aimlessly driving your bike through Gotham. Getting back in the game, you started to actually do what you were supposed to do.
After patrolling Gotham on your bike for awhile, taking out criminals when necessary, you came across a group of men. You quickly realized they weren’t rioters, but they obviously were doing something they shouldn’t have been. Your arrival caught the attention of the soldiers. Getting off your bike, you made your way towards them. When a few soldiers whistled in your direction, you couldn’t help but hope they gave you a reason to beat them senseless.
“You all don’t seem to be rioters, but, if I may ask, what is it that you’re equipped for?” you asked in a calm voice. It almost sounded as if you had practiced that line. While some continued to obliviously eye you up, a few men seemed to notice that you were indeed wearing a mask.
“Sir, I think we may have a situation,” one said into his comms. Raising an eyebrow at the man, you started to form a plan just in case. With a nervous voice, the man continued with his comm-conversation, “Sir, she’s wearing a mask and is definitely not a civilian.”
The entire situation was suspicious to you, but you couldn’t just whip out your staff and start to beat the crap out of them. Walking closer, you subtly got prepared for combat, if it was needed.
“I still would like to know why you are all clustered and equipped,” you said a bit more threateningly as you were closer to the man that seemed a bit too weary of you to be innocent. Even the most oblivious among them had finally sensed the situation.
“She has to be working with the alpha target. Notify the Knight,” one of the troops said aloud.
“Alpha target? It seems my suspicions were correct,” you said cooly. Grabbing your staff, you moved into a combat position and immediately extended your weapon. The men all followed suit. Then, the combat started. They weren’t like other thugs; they obviously were well trained and knew how to handle their weapons. You were well trained too, though. Throughout your fighting, you heard the one that you finally deducted to be their leader explain the situation to whoever he was speaking to through comms.
“The Knight is on his way,” he yelled to his men. At that moment, they all stepped up their game. It became obvious that they were planning to keep you busy until this Knight character arrived. You knew that wouldn’t turn out well. Whoever this person was, he had an army. It would best to find more intel before facing him. Though, you were a bit curious. Obviously, they weren’t referring to Batman when they said spoke of the Knight, but what other Knight is there? You decided that you had to get away--like A.S.A.P. Grabbing a soldier’s head, you slammed his skull into the cement, knocking him out. There was your chance to fall back.
Jumping over the unconscious man, you started to head to you back. Then, you heard the sound of a vehicle. It couldn’t have been rioters; you were away from that action. Looking towards the sound, you saw what appeared to be a military truck. It screeched to halt. Then, the passenger door opened, revealing a man. He was wearing a uniform with the same symbol as the others along with the colors, but his suit was more advanced. Not to mention that he had an advanced helmet on. You immediately noticed the ears on the headgear; it looked almost like a Batman knock-off. Who the hell is this guy, you thought. The man raised his hand, signaling his men to stand down. Even more wary, you refused to relax your position.
“So, you really did spot Nightingale,” the man spoke with a robotic voice modifier. Pulling out the handgun strapped to his thigh, he immediately put his sights on you. Damn it, you thought. There wasn’t really much you could do now. “You’re going to have to come with me,” he claimed. Glaring at him, you slowly lowered your staff. “Good girl,” he taunted. Biting your tongue, you held back the temptation to call him every curse in the book. He nodded his head to a few of his men and you were instantly on the ground. While one took your weapon and handed it to who you assumed was the Knight, the other cuffed you. After being yanked up, you were handed to the Knight, who immediately grabbed your arm and started to pull you towards the truck.
“You, clean up here,” he commanded the soldiers that had arrived with him. Then, he threw you into the passenger seat. This whole situation was seriously wounding your pride. After the Knight got in the driver’s seat, he immediately started off to an unknown location. The tension in the air was ridiculous.
“So, are you ‘the Knight’?” you asked out of curiosity. He seemed to flinch at your voice, like he wasn’t prepared for you to actually talk.
“I’m referred to as the Arkham Knight,” he spoke after a few moments of silence. This only confused you more. If he was local enough to have Arkham in his name, why have you never encountered him? His answer satisfied you for the moment, so you went back to glaring at the road ahead.
Reaching a seemingly abandoned building, he pulled over. Getting out and walking around the truck, he grabbed your poor arm again and yanked you out. “Jesus, could you not break my arm?” you hissed out. You weren’t really in more pain than you could handle, but the entire situation just made you a ball of pissed off sass. He answered you with, what you assumed, a glare, but his grip still lightened up. Although you were a bit happy that he actually listened, you were too worried about where you were headed to be thankful.
After entering what seemed to be an apartment complex, you were dragged through the building. The entire building seemed to be devoid of life. Oh gee, what a great place to die. Reaching a door on god knows what floor, he pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Although you didn’t see the point in a simple apartment lock when the city was absolute chaos, you didn’t dare question him.
You were shoved in the door with the Arkham Knight walking in after you. The apartment was decked out like an HQ. Though, there was nobody there. Surely he’d have soldiers on computers and such, right? Was this where he commanded from? Or did he live here?
Right next to an ammo crate with multiple monitors on top were two chairs. Bringing you over to one of them, he shoved you down onto it and started to tie you up. After you were as tied up as you could get, he took a seat next to you and crossed his arms. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before he leaned forward and got to work on the monitors.
After a bit of time sitting there while he commanded his army, you had gotten a grasp on the situation. Batman was indeed who he was after and he had an entire military. He was working for Scarecrow and had already engaged Batman at Ace Chemicals before he captured you. You were a bit ticked that Batman had known quite a bit about him and hadn’t even told you . You understood that it was for your protection, but it was still quite annoying.
“So, aren’t you gonna use me as bait or something? I mean, you definitely don’t have to, but if that’s not why I’m here, then why am I here? If you don’t want me as bait then why haven’t you killed me yet?” you asked out of nowhere. He looked towards you for a moment before looking away and sighing.
“I needed to keep you safe,” he said quietly. Even if you’ve gotten pretty good at hiding your emotions, your eyes still became the size of saucers. Your mouth gaped slightly. He chuckled at your reaction.
“What,” you managed to get out, “who are you?” You stared at him with your wide [E/C] eyes and he seemed to crack.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breathe. Slowly, almost as if unsure, he started to untie you.
“What,” you quietly stuttered out. Once he was done, he lifted his hand to your face even more cautiously. You didn’t know why, but you were stuck. When his hand reached your face to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb, you couldn’t help but feel content. You had no idea why you were so entranced by this man. It was your chance to escape! Why were you doing nothing?!? You had no idea.
Looking to where you assumed his eyes were, you gently whispered, “Who are you?” After staring at you for a moment, he pulled his hand away from your face and to the back of his neck. He pressed a button and his mask slowly pulled away. Gasping, you jumped away a bit. It was Jason. He looked exactly how you remembered but a bit more mature and of course, the scar. “You’re dead,” you stuttered out in a weak whisper. You slowly lifted your hand to his face as if you needed to make sure it was real. His head leaned onto your hand.
Tears started to stream down your face as you joyfully laughed. His face slowly lit up with relief and joy. Grabbing his face with both hands, you pulled him towards you and planted your lips on his. He was shocked but quickly started to kiss back with passion. After a bit you pulled away. “Sorry,” you shyly whispered while looking away. You couldn’t believe what you just did. You were pulled out of your self scolding thoughts when he gently grabbed your chin and pulled your face back to him before reconnecting your lips.
It was all you had wanted. Jason was alive and he felt the same way. Of course you would have to talk about the whole working with Scarecrow and trying to kill Batman thing, but that could wait. You decided to ignore Gotham for once and allow yourself to enjoy the moment with the one you loved.