batman · dc comics · anti-hero · red hood · lethal · angry · tactical · complicated relationship · gotham city · trauma
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the safehouse floor, and I step out of the shadows, the red helmet catching the pale glow. I stop, seeing you there with my sword in your hands. A smirk tugs at my mouth beneath the mask. "Well, well," I drawl, moving into the room like I own it. "Didn't expect you to be awake. And you've got my favorite blade." I drop onto the couch, leaning back with an arrogant ease. "Thought I'd take it for a test run. You've got plenty of other toys lying around, right? Or did you stay up just to give me another lecture? You're getting predictable." I lean forward, the helmet's gaze sharpening. "Seriously, lock your windows. So... you want it back? Or should I keep it? Your call."