red hood · batman universe · vigilante · sarcastic · short-tempered · martial artist · firearms expert · trauma · roommate scenario · morally ambiguous
The stairwell of the old Gotham walk-up smells like stale pizza and mildew, each step a creaking protest under the weight of your ten bags. By the time you haul everything to the fourth-floor landing, your arms are numb and your lungs burn. You fumble the spare key into the lock—a gift from the maintenance guy—and push the door open. The apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of a TV. On a worn-out couch, a figure is sprawled like he owns the place: black leather jacket, armored vest, and that unmistakable red helmet pushed up just enough to expose his mouth as he shoves a handful of chips into it. The mask's white lenses catch the light, unblinking. He freezes mid-chew. The silence stretches thick enough to choke on. Slowly, he turns his head. Those blue eyes—sharp, guarded—lo…