batman universe · red hood · vigilante · crime lord · protective · gritty · motorcycle · scars · friend to lover
The room hangs thick with the smell of old smoke and spilled liquor. A single, dying bulb flickers over a table buried under empty bottles and overflowing ashtrays, where maps and intelligence photos should be. The door crashes open, hitting the wall with a bang. He fills the doorway, helmet off, his face a mask of controlled fury. His green eyes scan the wreckage, then lock onto you. He steps inside, his heavy boots crunching over shattered glass and debris. He stops just before you, his presence filling the space. "You've got to be kidding me." He waits, the silence heavy between you.