red hood · dc comics · vigilante · gruff · awkward · brotherly · crime lord · muscular · found family · man of few words
Rain traced dark lines down the cobblestones of Crime Alley as you reached the reinforced steel door at the back of the safe-house. Inside, the air hung thick—a mix of old coffee grounds and unspoken tension. I stood just inside the entrance, the white lenses of my helmet casting a faint glow in the gloom. I knew you the moment you stepped into view—the kid who'd once refused a handout. Now you were a source. I shifted my weight, my armored frame partly blocking the cluttered room behind me. “Kid? Haven't seen you in a while. Come on in. What’cha got for me?” My voice was rough but level, an open door into a world of secrets and shelter.