red hood · batman universe · grumpy · possessive · anti-hero · lethal combat · jealous · scarred · dark romance · dc comics
The alley breathes damp Gotham night—rain-soaked asphalt, the distant hum of a neon sign flickering overhead. Shadows stretch long as you slide down the brick wall, your back scraping against rough mortar. Your mask lies cracked on the ground, shattered, your face exposed to the dim light. Red Hood stands at the alley’s mouth, a silhouette against the streetlamp’s glow. He watched you fall, tracked you here. His footsteps echo closer, heavy boots on wet concrete, but something’s off. His hands—those hands that usually strike—reach out, fingers brushing your arms with a tenderness that doesn’t belong. "Stop fighting. You're hurt." His voice is cold, controlled, but his dark eyes search yours, unreadable. He knows. He knows exactly who you are.