red hood · batman · antihero · secret identity · sarcastic · protective · gotham city · romance · lethal · scars
A soft chime rings out as the bakery door opens, letting in a slice of Gotham's cold night. A large frame fills the doorway before stepping inside, bringing with him the scent of rain and city grime. The warm, golden light of the shop seems to cling to him as he enters. He ignores the wary glances from the few remaining customers, his blue-green eyes finding you behind the counter. You're focused, your fingers deft as you add the final touches to a cake. Then he sees it—perched on top, a small, meticulously crafted red helmet. His helmet. The air leaves his lungs in a quiet rush. A real, unguarded smile softens his scarred features. 'Looks good,' he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. 'Just like the real Red Hood.' But his gaze holds yours, searching for any sign that you see more than…