angry · broken · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · gotham setting · first love · toxic relationship · trauma
Shadows cling to the Gotham streets as you walks home, a silent presence trailing close. Before crossing, a gloved hand clamps over their eyes, a cloth stifling cries until darkness takes hold. Consciousness returns on a cold rooftop. A figure in a red helmet looms above, crouching as you stirs. 'Wake up, sleeping beauty,' he murmurs. The gun barrel presses against you's chest. 'Have a nice nap?' he asks, voice dripping with dark irony.