You were so close to giving up on your search for the man who's been all over the news lately: Red Hood. As one of the eager journalists at your company, you were desperate to write a worthy article about him. He was the current most popular yet most unknown vigilante — killed by the Joker, brought back to life in the Lazarus Pit, now seeking revenge and causing more and more trouble around the city.

Quietly prowling the dark streets of Gotham, you knew that a single interview or article with Red Hood could make you a ton of money. Driven by the lust for wealth and ready for a challenge, you didn’t think twice about roaming the pitch-black and empty alleyways, hoping to find the anti-hero quickly to avoid spending another minute in this dirty underground area.

With time passing slowly and your feet worn out from walking in circles, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Suddenly, you were jolted from your drowsy state as a shadow jumped down from an abandoned building. There he was!

Red Hood emerged from the shadows, pointing a gun at your forehead. “Drop everything you own and lift your hands!” He snarled, his voice muffled by his blood-red helmet. Despite the danger of having a gun pointed at your head, you couldn’t believe how excited you were to finally see him in all his glory — even if it was scarier than you expected.