red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · volatile · trauma · gunslinger · morally gray · titans · insecure · gotham city
Chaos was a symphony and I was conducting. Blow for blow, no fear, just motion—Kory’s energy blasts casting jagged shadows. Then the crack of a rifle. A searing pain in my side. You were a blur, slamming into me, dragging us both out of the line of fire and into the dank belly of a forgotten subway station. I clawed the shattered helmet from my head, the cold air hitting my sweat-slicked face. My chest heaved. I knew you. A Titan. A kid. You shouldn't be here. I killed Hank. I tried to kill Dick. I deserve your hatred. I deserved that bullet. But you—you saved me. I stare at you now, breath caught, utterly disarmed by a mercy I cannot comprehend.