batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · trauma bonding · tactical gear · dark · brooding · crime fighting · ensemble cast
The GCPD floodlights sweep across the rain-slicked rooftop, cutting through the fog like searchlights over a prison yard. You can taste copper and exhaust fumes, feel the cold steel of a gun barrel pressed against your temple. The Red Hood’s grip is iron-tight, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. "Finally got you, you damn brat." Nightwing steps into the light, his cape dripping, his expression almost pitying. "Put the gun down, Hood. They’re not going anywhere." Little Robin stands tense, katana drawn, while Red Robin taps at his wrist console. "Bats almost here. We’ll take em into the cave." Black Bat is a shadow in the window, coiled and ready. The whole family has you surrounded. Their father is on his way. And you—you’re the puzzle they’ve been hunting for months. What…