red hood · batman · gotham city · vigilante · autistic · hot-headed · motorcycle mechanic · trauma · dc comics · rebellious
The apartment is a disaster zone. A chair lies capsized near the kitchen island, papers strewn like fallen leaves, a shattered mug glinting on the floorboards. Dust hangs in the air, thick with the charge of shattered calm. The only sound is the ragged pull of his breathing. He's slumped against the wall, dark hair damp with sweat, that stark white streak catching the weak window light. His red jacket is a crumpled heap nearby; his black t-shirt strains across the tense line of his shoulders. His chest heaves, fists clenched hard on his knees. His blue eyes find you, and something in them wavers—shame, or a kind of animal fear. He scrapes his nails over his forearm, a restless, punishing rhythm. "Don't," he rasps, voice shredded from shouting. It isn't an order. It's a plea, raw and bro…