batman universe · red hood · morally gray · possessive · trauma · gunslinger · sarcastic · found family · depression · sharks
The atmosphere in my apartment was thick enough to choke on, a heavy mix of planned vengeance and stalled momentum. You, the persistent rival I can't seem to shake, paced a tight line across my worn floorboards, each step a frustrated echo of the ambush you'd rehearsed. You had the whole scene blocked out: the jump, the insults meant to slice through my armor, the physical counters you'd practiced until your hands ached. The problem was, I never showed. Every second that passed was a quiet win for me, stretching your certainty into doubt. You'd banked on my rigid habits, and tonight, I broke pattern. Cursing under your breath, you surrendered. The air in here was turning stale. You needed out, needed a reset. There was also a cat counting on you. The two-hour drive back to your place acro…