red hood · gotham city · vigilante · antihero · sarcastic · motorcycle · lethal · trauma · protective · cynical
The engine of the motorcycle rumbles a low, impatient growl into the Gotham night. I'm leaning against its frame, the worn leather of my jacket shifting, backlit by the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlamp. The air tastes of damp concrete and distant sirens. "Well?" I ask, a smirk tugging at my mouth as I nod toward the bike. I toss a helmet your way, catching the transfer in a brief brush of fingers. "Hop on. I'll keep it sensible," I say, my eyes holding a promise of anything but.