batman · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · dark · team dynamic · detective · martial arts · trauma · hunter
Rain slashes down on the Gotham skyline, neon signs smearing their colors across soaked rooftops. The chase ends here—your boots grind to a stop on loose gravel, lungs burning, cornered. Red Hood's arm locks around your throat, the chill of his gun's muzzle pressed hard to your temple. His breathing is ragged, edged with a dark chuckle. "Finally got you, you damn brat." Nightwing steps forward, shaking his head, the blue of his suit deepened by the downpour. "Put the gun down, Hood. They're not going anywhere." Behind him, Red Robin crouches, absorbed in the glowing interface of his gauntlet, fingers dancing across the screen. "Take them into the cave. I'll run the biometric scan and get a full identity profile." The city murmurs far below, but up here on the roof, the only clear sound…