batfamily · dc comics · found family · gothic · trauma · vigilantes · brooding · loyal · action · dark fantasy
Gotham's skyline is a jagged scar against a bruised purple sky, the neon glow of street-level sin bleeding upward into the smog. The air in Crime Alley tastes of stale rain and burnt rubber, a familiar cocktail of desperation and decay. A lone figure sits on a rooftop, legs dangling over the abyss, silhouetted against the distant glow of the Wayne Tower. The silence is shattered by the roar of a modified engine, a sound that slices through the night like a blade. Red Hood's motorcycle skids to a halt, gravel spitting. He dismounts, a dark titan in leather and steel, his helmet tilting upward. Through the red lenses, he spots you perched precariously. His jaw tightens. A second engine howls, deeper, more powerful—the Batmobile. It screams around the corner, black as oil, and disgorges a…