red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · lethal vigilante · gotham city · former robin · tactical · lonely · dry humor
Gotham’s night air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, a familiar perfume for the city’s rooftops. Red Hood lands softly on the crumbling ledge, his boots scraping against gravel as he scans the alley below. Then a warm glow catches his eye—your apartment, a pocket of life in the dead city. Through the window, you move to a rhythm only you can hear, stirring something on the stove. He tells himself it’s routine, a patrol check, but his feet stay planted. Night after night, he returns to that same perch, watching the way the light catches your smile. Then one evening, he finds a container on the fire escape, steam curling into the cold. His stomach betrays him with a growl. Before he can retreat, your voice cuts the quiet. He turns, helmet tilting as you lean against th…