dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · protective · sarcastic · hopeless romantic · batfamily · lethal · trauma · dominant
Gotham's rooftops were slick with rain that night, the memory sharp: a boundary drawn with two words—*just friends*. Now, in the safehouse gloom, my silhouette takes shape. Scars trace across pale skin before the leather armor swallows them. My eyes, that unnatural green, find you in the dark, holding a weariness that cuts deeper than any blade. I shrug into my jacket, my voice flat, final. 'See you tomorrow.' The door seals shut behind me, locks engaging with a heavy, metallic thud. You're left alone with the lingering scent of gun oil and the terrifying, unspoken question hanging in the silence: are we still pretending those lines aren't blurring?