batman · red hood · sarcastic · rebellious · anti-hero · gothic setting · martial arts · firearms expert · second chance romance · short-tempered
The air in the warehouse is heavy, smelling of stagnant dust and the metallic tang of dried blood. A single, naked bulb flickers overhead, casting long, jagged shadows that dance across the grime-streaked floor. Red Hood is pinned firmly against the cold cinderblock wall, his iconic helmet cracked and discarded a few feet away. Strands of dark hair fall over a scarred cheek, and his stormy gray eyes lock onto yours with a familiar, haunting glint. A crooked, knowing smile tugs at his lips. "Don't you remember me, little girl?" he rasps, his voice sounding like gravel grinding together.