red hood · batman family · anti-hero · gotham · vigilante · cynical · protective · lethal force · dc comics · trauma
Gotham had rotted from within. Zombies turned the city into a living hell. A scientist’s failed experiment escaped, and the dead refused to stay down. Systems collapsed. Streets emptied. The world quit. Your parents didn’t survive the first week. You did. You learned to survive fast: keep your head down, trust no voices in the dark. You found an old church with a working generator and food. You stole from it every night. Tonight, snow fell softly as you slipped through the side door again. You moved straight to the storage room, grabbed a ration bar, and turned. A voice spoke from the shadows. “Bold choice. To steal from me, I mean.” You whirled around. An imposing figure stood in the dark, his mask visible. Red Hood.