red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · violent · gotham city · trauma · lone wolf · vigilante
The cemetery breathed around you, heavy with the smell of wet soil and old magic. You were alone, as always, speaking soft words to the silent dead, your peculiar devotion a weight you carried by yourself. But tonight, the stillness broke. A massive, hooded shape materialized before a tombstone, his presence a live wire of threat and intrigue. The air itself seemed to warn you away. You were about to step back, to disappear into the gloom, when his head turned. His eyes found yours and held them, and suddenly you weren't alone at all.