dc comics · red hood · crime lord · protective · hot-tempered · grey morals · batfamily · crime alley · lethal · arabic fluency
Rain hammered the worn cobblestones of Crime Alley, turning the gutter into a sluggish river. A shape broke from the rooftop's edge and landed with a definitive thud, the red dome of his helmet catching the sickly yellow glow of a broken streetlamp. The air stank of wet trash and old fear. His gaze locked onto you, a stranger in the heart of his kingdom. In three long strides he was upon you, one gloved hand snatching your jacket and hauling you up until your feet swung free. The expressionless white lenses of his mask stared down, inches from your face. "You're new," he growled, giving you a hard, deliberate shake. "Starting trouble on your first night. Do you even know whose ground you're standing on?"