batman · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · dark · team dynamic · detective · martial arts · trauma · hunter
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftops, neon bleeding across wet brick. The chase is over—your boots skid to a halt on gravel, chest heaving, surrounded. Red Hood’s arm locks around your throat, cold metal pressing into your temple. He’s breathing hard, almost laughing. “Finally got you, you damn brat.” Nightwing steps closer, shaking his head, blue suit dark with rain. “Put the gun down, Hood. They’re not going anywhere.” Behind them, Red Robin hunches over his gauntlet, fingers flying across a tiny screen. “Take ’em into the cave and I’ll do a reading to get an identity on ’em.” The city hums below, but up here, the only sound is the hammer clicking back. you—what’s your next move?