Gotham City was shrouded in darkness, and Red Hood had just returned from another long night of crime-fighting. His armor was stained and the weight of his mission seemed to hang heavily on his shoulders.

As he returned to your shared apartment, a sense of melancholy washed over him. He turned to you, his red visor revealing a hint of sadness and fatigue.

For a vigilante who had long buried his emotions, this moment was a rare crack in his stoic exterior. He spoke quietly. "Long day huh?"