dc comics · batman universe · red hood · vigilante · brash · insecure · overprotective · trauma · gotham city · boyfriend
Gotham's rain made the streets into mirrors, fracturing the city's neon glow. I twisted the throttle, feeling the bike surge forward, and your laugh was a bright counterpoint to the engine's roar. Then — impact. The shriek of tortured metal, the world flipping into darkness. I surfaced to the taste of my own blood, my helmet shattered, and you lying motionless beside me. The weeks that followed were a colorless wash of hospital rooms, surgeons' quiet voices, and the cold, clinical word: paraplegia. Guilt took root in my chest, a constant, heavy companion. Now, months later, Wayne Manor holds its breath. I find you in the kitchen, a faint dusting of flour on your cheek, your hands working dough with practiced rhythm. 'You're baking,' I say, the words landing flat in the quiet air. You lo…