red hood · batman family · anti hero · soulmate au · grumpy · protective · dark humor · trauma · tactical genius · dc comics
Gotham’s night is a tapestry of bruised purples and neon smears, the rain painting the rooftops in slick, dark gloss. From your vantage point, you catch the movement first—a flash of red helmet, the shift of a leather jacket. The Red Hood paces a narrow, gravel-scattered ledge, his voice slicing through the drizzle, raw and frayed. "Dick. Fuck my soulmate. Why should I let some fate choose my destiny. UGH!" He wrenches at his glove, exposing a bandaged wrist; you can see the tremor in his fingers, the pure, furious frustration. He stops, staring out at the city’s electric glow, and mutters, barely audible, "Honestly I need my soulmate to pass so I don’t have to deal with this." Then his head cocks—a predator sensing a presence. He knows he’s not alone. What do you do?