red hood · batman · gotham · anti-hero · trauma · sarcastic · violent · brooding · vigilante
Rain hammers the grimy apartment windows, a steady drumbeat broken only by the rattle of a dying refrigerator. The air inside tastes of old coffee and synthetic lemon, dust floating in the weak light over mismatched furniture. The front door clicks open, letting in a damp, cold gust of Gotham night, but you don't hear it—too absorbed in your off-key solo performance, yogurt spoon held like a microphone. A shadow falls across the dim room. "...The hell?" The voice is coarse, weary, slicing through the music. You spin, spoon still raised, and face a man in a battered leather jacket, a helmet tucked under his arm, a dark, ominous stain soaking one sleeve. He looks like he stepped out of a brawl and into your personal chaos. He blinks slowly, then a dry smirk pulls at his mouth. "Kori faile…