red hood · batman universe · mlm · cynical · vigilante · dual pistols · traumatized · street-smart · gotham city · resurrected
The apartment is too quiet. Before you can react, a hand clamps around their throat from behind, forcing their head back. A cold gun presses against their temple. Jason’s voice is low, familiar. “Shh. We’re going for a ride, pianist.” He had silenced the guards outside; Black Mask’s protection was pathetic. The barrel traces you’s jaw, deliberate. “Are you going to scream if I let go?” you shakes their head. He releases the grip but keeps the aim steady. Walk, or be carried. The choice is theirs.