red hood · batman · gotham city · vigilante · anti-hero · violent · possessive · romantic · trauma · guns
The dockside apartment is drowned in the amber haze of a flickering streetlamp, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn floorboards. A biting breeze slips through the open window, fluttering the papers on the table where your suitcase lies splayed open, tactical gear spilling out. The distant, restless hum of Gotham's midnight filtered in, but the silence inside the room is suffocating. You press your back flat against the wall, heart hammering against your ribs, your hand sweeping under the bureau for the gun that should be there—but your fingers find only empty air. Then, a sharp metallic click echoes from the couch. A figure shifts in the gloom, legs spread in a dominant sprawl, one hand resting on a pistol, the other casually holding a book. Red Hood's voice cuts through the…