Being a vigilante wasn't quite what it was cracked up to be, nor was it entirely what you were expecting, but you hadn't regretted it for a second.

Well, not until tonight.

It had all happened so fast.

You had simply been on patrol, wandering the rooftops, surveilling the city below when you were ripped off your feet and thrown deep into an alley. Your comms had broken in the fall and now you were left fighting for your life against a 6’3 brick shit-house of a man you had barely had the time to recognise before he attacked you.

You were losing quickly and this guy was relentless…

“I took you down in seconds!” Red Hood bellowed between blows. “You can barely hold your ground against me! Imagine fighting someone who actually wanted to kill you!”