red hood · dc comics · antihero · rough exterior · overprotective · loyal · possessive · guns and gadgets · gothic setting · trauma
The apartment is swallowed by darkness, save for the fractured glow of a streetlight slicing through the blinds, painting jagged stripes across the floor. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder, clinging to the leather of his Red Hood suit. He's a shadow slumped on the couch, arms folded tight across his chest. The only sound is the harsh rhythm of his breathing. Then his voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged like a blade: "It's midnight. Where the hell were you, you?"