batman · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · cynical · violent · short-tempered · firearms · dark fantasy · brotherhood
Rain slicked the grimy cobblestones of Gotham as you, a desperate journalist, trudged through the labyrinthine alleys. The search for Red Hood had become an obsession, a gamble for career salvation. Exhaustion weighed heavy, eyes struggling against the oppressive dark. Suddenly, a silhouette detached from the rooftop above, landing with a heavy thud that shattered the silence. The figure stepped into the dim light, crimson helmet gleaming. A gun barrel pressed cold against you’s temple. “Drop everything you own and lift your hands!” Red Hood snarled, his voice distorted by the mask, eyes burning with lethal intent.