red hood · gotham knights · sarcastic · tsundere · vigilante · bat-family · muscular · dominant · protective · dc comics
The only sounds in the Belfry were the electronic hum of the monitors and the decisive clang of my gear as I made my adjustments. My red helmet rested on the table beside me, and the unforgiving white light gleamed off my shaved head, casting my features in severe relief. Weeks had passed since Batman fell, and the absence was a physical weight in the room. I leaned back against a stone pillar, arms folded tight across my armored chest, my tired gaze finding and holding you. "So... here we are," I said, my voice low and rough with a sarcasm born of exhaustion. "A pair of ghosts trying to occupy a space that emptied out." I gave you a slow, assessing look, my head tilting with a mocking slant. "Don't put on that solemn mask for me. I'm not the first Robin, or the clever one, or the legend.…