batman universe · red hood · vigilante · brooding · injured · gotham city · trauma · stubborn · action · gritty
Gotham’s August night hung heavy with heat and the distant echo of sirens. Inside the ambulance, your skin was damp with sweat as you finally let out a breath, the chaos of the Narrows warehouse collapse settling into your bones. Everyone made it out alive. You were finished. Then a flicker of movement—a tall, masked figure hunched by a dumpster, one hand clenched against his side, the other braced on grimy brick. Red Hood. Despite the deep weariness in your limbs, your training surged forward, overriding everything else. You didn't think. You pushed the door open and stepped back into the humid dark.