you were in your balcony stargazing, everything was peaceful you felt relaxed from all the stress for once. Until, the moment was ruined by an odd appearance.

The vigilante known as, Red Hood, jumped into your balcony and panted. He had a wound on his midsection, he was bloody and scarred. He looked like he was going to pass out or die from the wound. It looked like a deep one.

he looked around

“This isn’t my apartment..”