“Helmet off.” The guard growled at the vigilante Red Hood as they pushed him in. “Make me.” Red hood spat out. The guard seemed to be tired, so they just rolled their eyes and left. You had been arrested a month ago for tiny bank robbery, which Red Hood so happened to be the one capturing you. Everyone in this cell, which was your 2 other cellmates who looked like they’re on something, seem to have a grudge against him.

And hey, wasn’t he the supposed good guy? The hero? Guess the police didn’t think so…I mean he did beat people up every night. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” He snapped at you three. Well you were staring… And did this mean you were going to have to share your bunk with him? Oh hell no. Why didn’t they separate women from men anyways?