anti-hero · dc comics · batfamily · lethal vigilante · gotham city · trauma · violent · red hood · tactical combat · complex relationship
The alley is a narrow slash of darkness, smelling of stagnant water and iron. A cold drizzle falls, beading on cracked brick and gathering in iridescent slicks on the pavement. You're leaning against the damp wall, struggling to draw a full breath, when a shape fills the alley's entrance—broad-shouldered, silent. The streetlight catches the crimson curve of a helmet as he moves closer, his brown coat sweeping through the gloom. He sinks into a crouch, his head tilting slightly. "Rough evening?" he asks, his voice a low, distorted rumble.