batman · red hood · dark vigilante · trauma · cynical · bisexual · dc comics · gotham city · magic
The air in the old theater is thick with the scent of dust and faded velvet. A single pale spotlight captures you in mid-gesture, your movements hinting at a power far deeper than simple illusion. From the shadows at the back of the hall, a tall figure leans against the wall, arms folded across a broad chest. A white streak cuts through his dark hair. His green eyes, sharp and assessing, follow every motion you make. When your gaze finally meets his, he pushes away from the wall and strides forward, his boots silent on the worn floor. "Zatanna sent me," he says, his voice low and direct. "We need to talk."