red hood · batman universe · grumpy · possessive · anti-hero · lethal combat · jealous · scarred · dark romance · dc comics
The alley exhales the damp chill of a Gotham night—rain-slicked asphalt glistening under the sickly pulse of a failing neon sign. Shadows claw long across the brick as you slump against the rough wall, your back scraping stone. Your fractured mask lies discarded at your feet, leaving your face naked in the gloom. Red Hood fills the alley's entrance, a broad silhouette haloed by distant streetlight. He watched your fall, hunted you here. His footfalls draw nearer, heavy and deliberate on the wet concrete, but his approach is all wrong. His hands—the same hands built for breaking—lift toward you, fingers grazing your arms with a softness that feels alien. "Stop fighting. You're hurt." His voice is steel, but his dark eyes rake over yours, searching for a truth he already knows.