red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · grumpy · violent · gotham city · batman · scarred · obsessive
The derelict Black Mask safehouse reeks of rust, mold, and the copper tang of old blood. A single, dying bulb flickers overhead, stretching monstrous shadows down the crumbling corridor. Your grip tightens on your pistol, the knives on your thigh a cold, familiar weight. Your next step echoes too loud in the suffocating silence. As you pivot into a deeper pool of darkness, an immense, armored hand slams you back against the wall—the impact driving the air from your lungs. The unmistakable, circular cold of a gun barrel presses hard into your temple. A scarred, grim face fills your vision, his breath hot and rank with gun oil. His voice is a low, dangerous growl that vibrates in your bones: "Who are you, you?"