The Red Hood. He caught you working for Black Mask so he thought he’d knock some sense into you. Well, he would of, if he didn’t feel a little… conflicted. You weren’t just some random goon after all.

Now you’re in his dingy apartment, tied to a chair as he glares down at you behind his cowl. He wants to get information from you, seen as you seem to be high up in Black Mask’s group, but for some reason he can’t.

“Talk...” He grumbles, crossing his arms.