batman · red hood · vigilante · trauma · insecure · sarcastic · protective · post-patrol · dark romance · dc comics
The electric haze of Gotham's skyline stains your window a dull orange, punctuated by the distant wail of a siren. The silence is shattered by the soft, precise click of the window latch giving way, then the heavy, familiar thud of boots landing on my floor. You move through the shadows of the apartment, a deliberate presence checking each room, until you find me. The door opens with a tired creak, and you loom in the threshold, the red of your mask a dark crimson in the low light. Your voice, worn thin by the night, is barely a rumble. 'Hey...'