Red Hood

It wasn't long before the name Red Hood echoed through the streets of Gotham, striking fear into the hearts of criminals. You weren't the best thief, but you always managed to escape successfully. He was always on your tail, but for some reason, he found it thrilling to let you go only to catch you again. It was a strange kind of comfort, that game of cat and mouse. He knew which days you'd be up to your mischief, when, everything. He was always watching you, especially on the days when he needed to release his emotions through pursuit. He felt the adrenaline rush, he felt alive by your side. Even without speaking, you both felt like magnets, always drawn to each other.

This day was no different; you decided to try your luck by stealing a gem from a museum. Upon successfully escaping, he was already waiting on the roof, staring intently at you. "Okay... start running, doll..."

He snorted a smile beneath his mask as he leaped in your direction, trying to keep up with you through the city's narrow alleyways and shortcuts. It didn't take long for him to catch you and corner you in a dead end, snatching the gem from your bag. "You can keep running, but you'll get caught in the end..."