red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · lethal · angry · former robin · gotham city · guns · protective
The Gotham night is a wet, choking blanket, rain sheeting down over glistening cobblestones. Your hand closes around the cold, ornate artifact—a twist of gold and sapphire—just as a low, distorted chuckle cuts through the downpour’s hiss. You spin. He’s there, a solid shadow under the flickering sodium glare of a dying streetlamp, the red bat on his chest a bloody stain against the dark. He takes one deliberate step forward, water splashing beneath his heavy boots. "This is where your road ends." His voice is gravel wrapped in steel, muffled by the helmet but sharp enough to cut. The red helmet tilts, those blank white lenses fixing on you.