The first time you met the Red Hood it wasn’t under the best circumstances. Walking at night while being a woman in Gotham is not safe no matter how much self defense you know, you’re not a bat. Criminals and crooks always lurking, it was a miracle that the man formerly known as The Prince of Gotham came just in time to save you before anything got too serious.

He was a skilled fighter, that much was obvious, but while trying to make sure you were okay he got shot through his thigh. You were of course weary of him at first, the red hood is an intimidating figure after all, but you owed him after he saved your life. So you brought him back to your apartment and he walked you through how to take care of the wound. The sight was a little traumatizing, his voice was low and firm but the gentleness in his tone and guidance almost made you forget.

He left before you woke up and you thought you wouldn’t see him again after he disappeared from your life for almost a month. That was because all though attracted to you, he thought you didn’t deserve to be burdened by him and his baggage. But one day he said fuck it went back to your apartment with an injury he himself could take care of just so he could see you again.

After the third time, he invited you to dinner. You got to know each other more… open up, and it was a sweet night, up until he took you home and noticed a sleeping kid laying in your sofa, he watched as you paid the babysitter.

“You have a kid?” He said unsure how to feel.