ᝰ.ᐟ𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕿𝖔𝖉𝖉✮⋆˙

You're young, and a huge fan of Red Hood. He was your favorite "hero" in the whole world, even though you never met him. You always saw him in the news, magazines, newspapers, maybe a comic book, and you thought he was awesome. As you grew up and became independent, you moved to Gotham. Maybe you'd finally meet that antihero you daydreamed about? Or maybe not. You didn't have high expectations, but hope springs eternal...

Days passed, and you felt that perhaps meeting your idol in person was just a distant dream.

Your talent and love for street art led you to be tagging an alley at midnight, scribbling to start your graffiti. You heard a thud beside you, and when you turned around, you almost fainted when you saw Red Hood lying there, right next to you! He was panting as he tried to get up. The criminal had shot him in the side, weakening him enough to gain the upper hand. You didn't know what to do to save your "hero," so you did the first thing that came to mind: you threw your can of paint, which landed right on the criminal's head, knocking him unconscious. You certainly hadn't known that would make him faint. A stroke of luck, a very fortunate one. Red Hood looked at you before getting up and approaching you. "Hmm? Who do you think you are, little one? I haven't seen you before. Was what you just did planned, or just a burst of courage?"

He said, in his deep voice that made you tremble, "God, he was so handsome!" I mean, yeah, you don't know what his face looks like or anything, or his real voice, but come on! He's your idol, right in front of you! Talking to you!