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Arkham Knight ft. Onion Headlines (Part 5)

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Does your AK!Jason have a plush toy?

Thank you for the ask!! He absolutely does!!

In my alternate ending to SandsofElsweyr's The Climb, he finds a tattered toy "Teddy" while looking for food, ( It's a trophy one of the mercs kept of their marks and then threw away) and he doesn't know why, but he keeps him.

it's a sad, ugly thing, an eye missing, half of the stuffing has fallen out-all greying and old and disgusting, soggy with garbage juice, and stays that way despite the poor soul washing it with bits of soap he manages to find-

(It's a little like him, a thought that crossed his fever-muddled mind more than once)

When Wintergreen's found him, and he's passed out from fever and exhaustion for several days, the food in his tiny duffle starts rotting and starts giving off a god-awful smell, and Wintergreen reluctantly has to go through it/ get rid of it, and that's when he finds Teddy, and carefully washes him and rips open an old pillow to replace the rotten, fungus-eaten stuffing and stitches him up, and puts it by Jason's bedside.

Jason wakes up from a Nightmare, panting, trying to shake off the feeling of the Joker's hands on him, and realizes with a jolt that not only is he unhurt and warm and no longer curled up in his tattered nest he built in an abandoned closet but also there's his stuffy, that he hides like a shameful secret, now clean, he barely recognizes it, smelling of lavender, whole with the neat little stitches.

He cries.

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Arkham Knight ft. Onion Headlines (Part 6)

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Arkham Knight ft. Onion Headlines (Part 8)

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Im not sure if youve stated your opinion on this before but how do you feel about jason in arkham knight??

That boy was given a lotta trauma. Somehow even more than most iterations of Jason.

I know I said earlier that If Jason lives, then it kinda doesn't feel like Jason Todd, but for Arkham Knights Jason, I feel like the amount of trauma he went through.... it did kill something inside of him.

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Longest chapter so far, now with more insight into Jason's thoughts and motivations!

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Watch me trans the Arkham Knight's gender

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Character trophies of Penguin and his gang throughout the Arkham series.

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i finally completely finished Arkham Knight and activated the knightfall protocol and i am not sure what to do with myself now.............................................................................................................................. ............... maybe study for finals 🧍‍♀️

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Hi hello new chapter please read the warning at the beginning but basically the fic has the tag for 'threats of rape/non-con' and this chapter is that, chapter has summary at the end and places where you can leave off or pick up as desired/need be

Also for the record the threat DOES NOT happen between Tim and Jason (or any tagged characters). It's between Tim and three no-names who won't be returning after this chapter.

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Finally build up the courage to try my hand at a more shaped individuall, and I guess I'm somwhat happy with it?

He still lacks that mennace I wanted him to excude, but oh well, we're getting there :'>

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I have no guilt about my genesis.

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Arkham knight playlist? Bet.

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One minute they’re moving, the next they’ve been set upon by ninjas.

That’s the only way Curt Evans can think of to describe the sudden assault; armed men, terrifyingly agile, falling on them before anybody had any idea they were even there.

It’s over embarrassingly quickly.

No one’s dead, though they’re all bruised. Jesus Christ. He’s on his knees, badly winded and yeah, that’s a cracked rib, and all he can think right now is, what just happened? A quick glance around at his squadmates says they’re thinking the same thing.

The ninjas are wearing black and red, with stark white full-face masks and blood-red goggles. Several of them have swords–swords, what the fuck?--but all of them have guns. One of them, smaller than the others, steps forward. They tilt their head, goggles boring into Evans’ eyes, before their hand snaps out and tears his dog tags from his neck.

“Hey-!”

“Shut up,” somebody else–a man’s voice–snaps. “We didn’t ask you to talk.” Then, “We takin’ ‘em back to base, sir?”

The man holding his dog tags doesn’t answer. He just looks at Evans (or, well, that’s what it looks like he’s doing) for a long moment before his arm flies out, swinging the dog tags like a flail. They hit him in teeth (that’s a chip, ow) before the man flips over him (what the fuck?) and–hurk!

Air-air-air-air–

His vision’s just starting to go when the chain loosens from around his neck. He’s still gasping when a boot between his shoulder blades puts him flat on his face and then he’s kicked over, onto his back. A boot’s planted on his chest and a massive sniper rifle that looks leagues beyond anything he’s ever worked with levels itself at his face.

The expected death doesn’t come. After two minutes of staring into those red goggles, his assailant scoffs and steps off him, snaps his fingers and jerks his head. The man from before nods.

“Yessir. Get up, assholes, we’re goin’ for a ride.”

* * *

The ride is twenty minutes. It’s a quiet twenty minutes, but it ends when they pull up to a massive military compound. High walls ringed with razor wire, security guards, and cameras. Big gates that look like something out of Jurassic Park. And an entire army’s worth of men inside, from the looks of it; trucks, tanks, the whole thing.

What the hell?

The little man from before hops out before the car comes to a stop. Striding across the compound is a giant that looks like he could snap Godzilla in half. He stops, though, when the littler guy whistles, puts his index fingers against the side of his head, and salutes*.

“Think he and Antoine had a TC,” the giant says. “They should be done soon. Why?”

A thumb jerks back towards the jeep.

“Shiiit,” the giant says appreciatively. “He’s not gonna like that.”

Who’s not gonna like that?

The small man laughs. Not totally mute, then, and clearly not deaf. Impediment? Just an asshole?

“I don’t think it was supposed to take–there he is.”

Oh.

Oh, good God.

Evans’ first, crazy thought, is that Gotham’s Bat has gone off the rails and set this up. Then the…thing…gets closer and he can see that it’s not quite the same. No cape, for one. And the full-faced helmet. It looks more like a cyborg than anything, but it’s coming this way.

“Riley brought ya a present,” the giant calls. The cyborg stops, looks at the blond man trotting behind it, and shrugs.

“Something tells me it’s not Reese’s.”

The voice is heavily filtered, sounding more demonic than human. The smaller man–Riley (huh, he knew a Riley once)--nods and erupts in a flurry of gesticulations. The cyborg tilts its head, sun reflecting off that blue visor, and remains quiet until Riley stops moving.

“Good call,” it says, and then it’s stalking towards them. Up close, it’s big. Well-armed. The insignia on the armor is unfamiliar and the armor itself is hard and sharp, almost medieval. “Well, gentlemen. What brings you out this far?”

Nobody answers. Then, quick as a snake, the cyborg lunges and pulls Evans away from the rest of his squadmates.

“Curt Evans,” the demonic voice growls. “You’re in charge of…well, that’s interesting. Operation Pleasure Time? Thought that was a soda.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says immediately. “Who the hell are you?”

The cyborg chuckles.

“The Arkham Knight.” What the hell? Some freak escaped from Gotham? Evans has never set foot there, but one of his old squadmates had been a local. That guy was fucked up. “Don’t play coy with me–well, well, this is interesting.”

It plucks the small body camera from his vest and kicks Evans’ legs out from under him, lets him fall to the dirt in a heap.

“Drouot.”

“Yessir.”

“Tell Rogers to get into their camera frequency and run a cover-up.” It–he?--pauses. “Not that ridiculous jungle monster cryptid, something practical. Crocodiles.”

“Aw, you’re gonna break his heart, boss,” the blond says. The Arkham Knight scoffs.

“He’ll live.”

“Yeah, but he’ll be annoying about it.” 

The Knight tosses the camera over and the blond disappears. Evans swallows.

“That’s recording already,” he says, willing his voice to be steady. “It doesn’t matter what you do now, it’s been viewed.”

“Nah.” The Knight sounds incredibly entertained. “We have a scrambler. All that’s been viewed is static.”

“We’re not telling you shit.”

“I really don’t care what you’re doing out here. I just care that you keep your mouths shut, and you know what they say about dead men.”

“What the fuck–”

“Get rid of them.”

“What, you won’t even do the job yourself?” Rodreguez shouts. “Fuckin’--”

BLAM!

“There. I killed one of you.” The Knight reholsters his gun. “Happy? Now. Get rid of them. Unless…” He turns to look at Riley, who shakes his head. “Never mind. Just get rid of them. I want to see your squadron in two hours; see what you’ve learned, huh?”

*Riley actually has two ways to refer to Jason: one is the shorthand symbol for crazy (index finger spiraled near your head) followed by ASL for knight. Crazy Knight=Arkham Knight. The other is this one–Evans may not know the Family Politics here, but Riley respects, and thus salutes, very few people. So this is the more affectionate one he uses to Jason or with the Squad.

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yes he's bald and has no lips or nose or distinguished irises or pupils or actual skin on his face. but i love him

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Next chapterrrrr!

The Arkham Knight gets what he wants and now Tim has to bring a dead boy back to life. (The dead boy is not Batman, for the record.)

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Following Chiyana's JayTim WIP about the Arkham Knight, and I'm fascinated by where this darker anti-Bruce fic might go.

Mind the tags!

The Knight and the Crest