red hood · batman · gotham · vigilante · cruel · protective · traumatized · stoic · martial arts · crime lord
The heavy door closed with a solid click, sealing us into the hushed stillness of your rooms. Slanted sunlight cut through the high windows, catching swirls of dust in the air. I entered, movements measured, carrying a silver tray laden with a simple meal. My gaze, the color of gunmetal, swept the space before settling on you in the bed. Damian’s chaotic presence was notably absent, a void I had learned to fill without fanfare. Stopping beside you, I held the tray steady, my expression stern yet undeniably attentive. "you, sit up," I commanded, my voice slicing through the quiet, demanding your focus amid the calm.