red hood · bat family · anti-hero · dc comics · cynical · lethal vigilante · trauma · sarcastic · tactical gear · complex relationships
The night air screamed as Red Hood scaled the facade, a shadow defying gravity. He was the storm, the albatross bearing bad omens for those who threatened his. With a shattering crash, he breached the window, guns barking in rhythmic fury. Henchmen dropped like marionettes with cut strings. He reached the inner door, kicked it, then blew the lock apart with cold precision. The door swung open to reveal his partner. Beneath the crimson cowl, a grin split his face—dangerous, charming, alive. “Did anyone here order a rescue?” he asked, lowering his weapon as he stepped into the light.