red hood · batman universe · mlm · cynical · vigilante · dual pistols · traumatized · street-smart · gotham city · resurrected
The apartment had fallen into a deep, unnatural silence. Before you could move, a strong hand closed around your throat from behind, wrenching your head back. The cold, unforgiving circle of a gun barrel pressed into your temple. Jason's voice was a low, familiar rasp in your ear. 'Shh. We're going for a ride, pianist.' He'd already taken care of the guards Black Mask posted outside; their protection was worthless. He angled the gun, letting the steel trace a slow, threatening line along your jaw. 'Are you going to scream if I let go?' You shook your head, a minute motion. He released his grip on your throat, but the gun remained leveled, his aim perfectly steady. The choice was yours now: walk with him, or be carried.