Jason Todd Arkham Knight Novels & Stories

He groaned. Then Jessica stepped backward. Toward Morrha. Muttering to herself. “What was lost shall return.” The air shifted. The flowers moved. “What was bound shall be restored”. The darkness around them trembled. “What was sleeping shall awaken.” “Jessica. You can't do this. You shouldn't unleash powers like hers on the world.” she took another shot, victor ducked. It was still a bit dark in there. Kellan remained between them. “What was meant to be will be. I, a bearer who had made contact and a current vessel,” She kept moving backwards muttering to herself. “Request that your power be bestowed on this vessel.” When she reached the coffin, she released him, shoving him forward.

“C’mere, Prez, and I mean double-time.” Stomping footsteps approached, and then Nails Paxton was in the doorway of Ace’s bedroom, looking ten kinds of seriously-pissed. Ever since that anonymous phone call had come in from someone claiming that Ace Cuddy had killed Kirk, Warren ‘Derby’ Kane (Joker’s own cousin), and Shay Alcott, it had been one hell of a day, and Joker knew that what he had to show Nails was only going to make for a much worse night.

Not when I knew what was to come now, when I knew that she also needed to stand strong just as much as I did. I made it to the edge of the training yard when I felt him. The one person who kept me grounded. The one person who somehow, despite all the chaos, managed to show me that there was another side to this. Damon. He was watching me from across the stone path, jaw tense, arms folded over his chest. I walked straight to him. “You don’t have to put on the armor with me,” he said when I was close enough to hear him. “And you don't have to keep doing this. You are already carrying enough, Sienna.”

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

After Jason finishes his confession he makes me promise that I won't tell Tommy or Damian and I agree. It's not my secret to share. Tommy calls Knight over. Apparently Knight is a tech wiz and is going to try and break into the castle's infrastructure to see if we find a place where they might be keeping the warlocks. It occurs to me that they might be being kept against their will so we map out the dungeons and cells as well. I'm not sure if I want Jason to find a Delia it could either me a closure or new feelings and I'm not sure if I'm willing to take that chance.

The thick white folder weighed like 100 pounds in my hand. I stared at the file for a few seconds before I could finally open it. Tommen Anderson worked at the Shadow Knight organization from 1994–2004, under the name Tony. It falls under the pattern Shadow Knights have—a simple name. I know those names are not real. They are likely given to them when their training is complete. Their real records—no one knows.

He entered Mortimer's cell. Mortimer looked up, expecting the see the King or Prince Clyde as usual. "Mortimer" Jason called "Who are you?" Mortimer asked "I'm Jason, I'm a druid, from Axifon" Mortimer's eyes lit up in surprise. He had heard of him. "Sire" He called Jason bent down "You'll soon be saved, I promise, I wish I could help but I can't tamper with what is supposed to happen" He said and stood up.

I glance over my shoulder. Jason stands there, looking fresh from the shower, damp hair curling across his forehead, black sweatpants hanging on his hips and a hockey shirt clinging to his broad chest and powerful arms. The white bandage I wrapped around his left palm stands out against his skin. My gaze drifts to the cursive English tattoo running along his veiny forearm, and for the first time I can finally read it clearly—'A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.' I try not to read too much into it, but something dangerous pools low in my belly anyway. He holds a canned drink, and when I look up, his eyes are already locked on mine.

“But I thought you didn’t want to be involved in the field?” “Yes, but just this once. That’s why I need your assistance.” Silence. Jason eventually nods, his shoulder starting to relax. “Very well.” He shifts his head toward one of the women in the room. She moves over to us at a snap of his fingers. She is petite but with a toned physique, and she’s wearing a short, black, shiny wig to hide her hair. “This is the Huntress, the one who spoke with you earlier,” he says. “Her name is Ari. She’s my sister.”