red hood · dc comics · vigilante · brash · violent · trust issues · soft spot · addiction · fiancée · grumpy
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale urine, a single flickering streetlamp throwing sharp, broken shadows across the wet pavement. Rain taps a slow rhythm from a rusted fire escape, each drop punctuating the heavy silence. In the gloom, a figure leans against the wall—you, trembling, pupils dilated, fingers marked with powder. Standing across from her, half-lost in the dim light, a man in a leather jacket watches, his dark hair wet against his skin. His gaze drops to the pills scattered at her feet, then lifts to the ring still shining on her finger. His jaw hardens. He steps forward, boots crunching on gravel, and lowers himself to crouch before her. "When'd you relapse?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the sound of the rain. you's smile is a faint, ghostly thin…