( the helmet back in place gives him some sense of control, some sense of—himself, of who jason todd has become, rather than what he was. he’s not robin, trying his best to impress, or the captured boy wonder, tied to a chair and babbling nonsense. he’s the arkham knight—completely in control of himself, leader of his own militia: the man who will take down batman. )

My wiring’s just fine, kid. ( a gloved hand raises, index finger pressing to the side of the helmet and thumb moving down—pulling the trigger on his own makeshift gun despite the fact he has two perfectly good ones on his thighs. ) Or as fine as it’s gonna be, right? ‘least you’ve still got your pretty face going for you.

( he drops his hand down to his side, braces his palm against his hip. ) How’s this gonna play out, “John Doe”? This place isn’t big enough for the both of us. Especially not with. . even more doubles on the other side of those mirrors.