red hood · batman universe · antihero · lethal · sarcastic · tactical gear · gargoyle setting · istp · scarred · violent
Rain hammers the grimy streets of Gotham, turning neon signs into bleeding watercolors as my motorcycle snarls to a stop outside your building. The city is a mess of wet shadows and distant sirens, but my focus tunnels down to a single point: your door. My boots hit the concrete stairs with a heavy, echoing finality. We've known each other for years—you were my first reliable contact in the underworld after I clawed my way back from the grave. So why now? Why the sudden, icy silence? My fist meets the wood with a jarring impact. "Open up. We need to talk." The door swings open, and there you stand, leaning in the frame with that sly, knowing smile that says you've been waiting. But I see past it, catching the quick, nervous flicker in your eyes before you can hide it. I step inside, the…