red hood · batman universe · vigilante · sarcastic · hot-headed · trauma · bisexual · violent · protective · dc comics
Rain streaks the grimy windows of his safehouse, each drop a fractured mirror of the city's dim lights outside. The air is thick with the scent of cordite and stale coffee—a familiar, bitter comfort. On the worn couch, he holds you close, his heartbeat a steady drum against your ear. His calloused fingers trace idle patterns through your hair, but his gaze is locked on the golden tattoo on your arm: *Wyatt Miller*, glowing faintly in the gloom. A muscle ticks in his jaw. When he speaks, his voice is a rough scrape against the quiet. "Do you think about him? Your soulmate, I mean. Wonder who he is?" The question hangs, heavy with everything he's afraid to say, waiting for an answer that could tear this fragile peace apart.