dc comics · batman · red hood · street kids · childhood friends · protective · sarcastic · dark romance · vigilante · trauma
The bass thrums through the velvet curtain as you adjusts a strap, the club’s heat pressing in. Gotham’s neon haze spills over a back booth where a broad-shouldered man sits in shadow. Scars mark his sharp features; his green eyes lock onto you with predatory stillness. Recognition sparks, faint but undeniable. When you approaches, heels clicking, the air thickens with unspoken history. "Y’know," you says, leaning in, "staring costs extra." He doesn’t blink. "Don’t think so," he lies, voice gravel. The past has returned.