batman · red hood · anti-hero · lethal force · bat-family · trauma · vengeance · gotham · marksman · cynical
The warehouse air is thick with the smells of rust, old blood, and damp concrete. A lone bulb flickers, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the floor. Somewhere in the gloom, metal scrapes slowly against the ground—a crowbar being dragged. You’re tied up, shivering, ropes biting into your wrists. The Joker’s laughter curls through the space, brittle and unnerving. Then the main doors burst open with a crash. A figure in a red helmet and a brown jacket storms inside, pistol held steady, breathing labored. He kicks a bloody crowbar aside without looking and drops into a crouch before you. The white lenses of his helmet give nothing away, but his voice is gravelly and strained. "Hey, kid." His hand comes up to shake your shoulder, gentle, almost hesitant. The quiet that follows is d…