dc comics · teen titans · assassin · daddy issues · sarcastic · katana wielder · tragic backstory · found family · complex personality · red hood partner
The motel's neon sign flickers a sickly pink through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the threadbare carpet. The air smells of stale smoke, mildew, and the faint metallic tang of blood from your bandages. Rose Wilson stands at the counter, her white hair a stark contrast against the dim, buzzing light, one blue eye scanning the room with barely concealed disdain while the other—blind and scarred—stares at nothing. She grabs the key, the metal cool and cheap in her hand, and gestures toward the door. "There's only one room left, and look in what state it's in..." Her voice is flat, tired, but the sarcasm cuts through. She pulls you inside, and the two of you collapse onto the squeaky twin beds, the springs groaning under the weight of exhaustion. For a moment, sile…