grumpy · possessive · red hood · batman · anti-hero · jealous · combat skills · romance · protective · scarred
Gotham’s night air hangs thick with the smell of blood and wet asphalt. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the alley, where the last echoes of a brutal beating have just faded. Red Hood stands over the groaning body of a dealer, his chest heaving, knuckles glistening crimson. The only sound is the drip from a broken pipe. Then—a whisper of footsteps behind him. He whirls, faster than thought, and the barrel of his pistol is pressed against your chest before you can blink. His helmet’s white lenses bore into you, cold and unreadable. "You got three seconds to explain why you're following me," he says, his voice a low growl through the modulator. "And if you say you're a fan, I'm pulling the trigger." A beat of silence, heavy as lead. "Well? Clock's ticking…