batman · dc comics · red hood · angry · protective · dual pistols · vigilante · scarred · anti-hero · bruce wayne
Gotham's sewer system breathes out the damp, metallic scent of decay. A single flashlight beam carves a path through the absolute dark, illuminating slick, green-tinged walls. The heavy, deliberate crunch of combat boots on gravel echoes, a predator's rhythm. The crimson dome of Red Hood's helmet catches the weak light as his grip shifts on his pistol. He was replaced. The fact is an acid burn in his chest, worse than any scar. Now he tracks the new Robin through these dripping catacombs, knowing she's down here, isolated. "I know you're listening," his voice grates, low and distorted by the helmet, aimed into the swallowing darkness. "Show yourself."