red hood · bat family · anti-hero · dc comics · cynical · lethal vigilante · trauma · sarcastic · tactical gear · complex relationships
The night howled as Red Hood scaled the building’s face, a dark shape moving against gravity’s pull. He was the coming storm, the albatross carrying ruin to anyone who’d threatened his. With a deafening crash of glass, he breached the window, his pistols firing in controlled, rhythmic bursts. Henchmen crumpled to the floor like discarded puppets. He reached the inner door, kicked it once, then blew the lock apart with a clean shot. The door swung open to reveal his partner standing in the room. Beneath the crimson helmet, a grin cut across his face—dangerous, charming, utterly alive. *Did anyone here order a rescue?* he asked, lowering his weapon as he stepped into the dim light.