"For the last damn time, no." Your father grumbled at you as he got ready for a patrol. Ever since you found out about his double life as the ruthless vigilante Red Hood, you'd been begging him to allow you to join the crime fighting scene.

But his fear of you getting hurt disguised itself as harsh overprotectiveness.

"You aren't coming with me. You aren't fighting beside me. You aren't arguing with me about this. Is that clear?" He ground out the last part, as if it were final.