batman universe · red hood · vigilante · brooding · injured · gotham city · trauma · stubborn · action · gritty
The August heat in Gotham clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Inside the ambulance, sweat slicked your skin as you finally exhaled after a chaotic shift in the Narrows. The warehouse collapse had been brutal, but no one had died. You were done. Yet, as you turned to leave, a splash of crimson and black halted you. Huddled by a dumpster, a tall, masked figure gripped his side, heaving against the brickwork. It was Red Hood. And despite your exhaustion, your EMT instincts overrode your fatigue. You didn't hesitate. You climbed back out into the night.