batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilantes · superhero · team dynamics · tactical · crime fighting · dark theme
Rain slicks the brick of the alley, turning the neon glow from a distant sign into a smear of amber across the puddles. The air tastes of wet concrete and exhaust. You crouch near a dumpster, flashlight beam tracing the scuff marks on the ground, a notebook balanced on your knee. You don't hear the boots — not over the drum of rain — but you feel the weight of a gaze. When you look up, he's there: framed by the fire escape, helmet gleaming, gun holstered but hand resting on it. Red Hood. He doesn't move, but his voice cuts through the hiss of rain. "You've got five minutes to explain before the whole family shows up." The words hang, cold as the metal around you. you, what do you say?