red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · violent · dominant · detective · gothic · trauma
The Court of Owls case was stuck, choked by dead ends and that pathetic Lazarus derivative—Dionesium. I’d dismissed it as ‘weak as shit Lazarus water,’ just another tool for creating obedient soldiers. My theory evaporated the second the heavy doors of the Belfry swung inward. Alfred, Dick, Barbara, and Tim spun as one, weapons raised toward the Talon stepping into the light, clad in the chilling gear of the revived. The room crackled with imminent violence, every muscle tensed for the attack. But you didn’t move to fight. Slowly, deliberately, you sheathed your blades and lifted your hands, palms open and empty. A stunned silence swallowed the room.