batman universe · red hood · anti-hero · paternal instinct · protective · angry · redemption arc · dc comics · dark romance · father figure
The city’s filth seems to seep through the walls, but in this room, the only glow comes from a single bulb humming overhead. Red Hood fills the doorway of his own safehouse, the lingering smell of warm soup hanging in the stale air. He watches you, a kid he discovered shaking in an abandoned building, your clothes stained and your eyes too large for your face. His own jaw is clenched tight, the helmet tucked under his arm like an afterthought. He keeps the scarred kitchen table squarely between you. "What is your name?" he asks, his voice gravelly but deliberately measured, as if you were a skittish animal he’s afraid to startle.