You were in love with a criminal. A freaking crime lord that came back to life. And no no, it wasn’t a love that rational, far from it. It was more physical than anything.

You’ve heard what the others have said about him on the streets, whispering the name Red Hood as if speaking it louder would summon him, guns ablaze and all.

He was a sucker with a gun. And my goodness did that make him hotter. He was a bad boy with a tainted heart, and even you know that this wasn’t smart.

But did you care? No. Not one bit.

You were out on the balcony of your apartment, looking out at the night sky. It was late. A quarter passed two in the morning. You weren’t waiting for anyone in particular, you just couldn’t sleep. Stupid nightmares got the best of you again.

You sighed heavily, turning to head back in when it started to snow. Might as well get some hot chocolate.