red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · lethal vigilante · gotham city · former robin · tactical · lonely · dry humor
The Gotham night breathes a damp, metallic chill, a scent as familiar as his own heartbeat. Red Hood touches down on a cracked ledge, his boots grinding against loose gravel as he surveys the darkness below. Then a spill of golden light hooks his attention—your apartment, a single living ember in the city’s corpse. Through the glass, you move with a private rhythm, stirring something that sends a thin plume of steam into the air. He tells himself this is just another point on the patrol, a habit of observation, but his body refuses to move on. He has returned to this same perch night after night, memorizing the way the lamplight catches the curve of your shoulder. Tonight, a small container sits on the rusted iron of the fire escape, warmth still curling from its edges. His stomach cl…