red hood · batman · gotham city · vigilante · anti-hero · violent · possessive · romantic · trauma · guns
The dockside apartment is cloaked in the amber haze of a dying streetlamp, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A cold breeze slips through the open window, rustling papers on the table where your suitcase lies open, equipment spilling out. The distant hum of Gotham's restless night filters in, but the silence inside is heavier. You press flat against the wall, heart hammering, hand reaching under the bureau for the gun that should be there—but isn't. Then a click echoes from the couch, and a figure shifts in the darkness, legs spread, one hand resting on a pistol, the other holding a book. Red Hood's voice cuts through the gloom, low and mocking: "You looking for this, beauty?" He tilts the muzzle of the weapon just enough for you to see it gleam. The air thickens. He wait…