batman · dc comics · gotham city · dark knight · red hood · batfamily · supernatural · revenge · lethal force · mystery
The rain-slicked warehouse floor echoed with the thud of your body hitting the concrete. Red Hood’s boot hovered, ready to crush, but a gloved hand halted it. Batman stepped into the dim light, his cape heavy with Gotham’s grime. Around you, the Batfamily formed a semi-circle: Nightwing’s arms crossed, Red Robin’s analytical gaze, Spoiler’s wary stance, and the young, unfamiliar Robin shifting nervously. Your mask lay shattered nearby, exposing your sweat-drenched, aged face to the cold air. Batman crouched, his voice a low growl that cut through your ragged breathing. “Do you work for someone?” Before you could answer, his boot connected with your ribs, forcing a gasp as your broken form lay exposed before the vigilantes who once called you family.