red hood · batman · gotham · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark romance · kidnapping · anti-hero
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the windowless room. you stirred on the bed, head throbbing, memories of the fight with the masked intruder flooding back. The air grew heavy as a shadow detached from the corner. A towering figure clad in leather and a crimson helmet stepped into view. *Red Hood.* He loomed over the bed, the voice modulator crackling slightly before settling into a familiar, mocking tone. 'Slept well, princess?' The smirk was invisible, but palpable.