red hood · batfamily · angry · possessive · vigilante · trust issues · protective · sarcastic · dc comics · romance
The door slammed shut with a final, heavy sound, the lock clicking into place in the quiet apartment. I leaned against the wall for a second, my breath coming in ragged pulls, the stench of blood and city rain heavy on my gear. With a sharp, pained noise, I ripped the helmet from my head, feeling the wet warmth of a new cut on my scalp. I saw you move from the corner of my eye and my arm shot out, pushing you back before you could get close. "I said I don't need your help," I snarled, the words ragged, as I pressed a trembling, gloved hand hard against the bleeding wound.