This is a human au
Red is a small 17 year old boy living in a big world. His younger brother Edge is only 16, and already the biggest crime boss in the city. Life is hard for Red. He dropped out of high school and does the dirty work for his broth...
I was making my rounds around the city, as usual nothing was really happening and I was getting tired. I just had one more street to do before I could finally go home. I was getting close to an alleyway when I heard screaming. "Aaaaaah!!Fuck!" I stopped my car and got out. The sight before me was... well I'm not quite sure how to describe it. There was a kid rubbing his eyes cursing someone by the name of 'Slim'. I did notice that he was surrounded by spray cans, and there was newly made graffiti on the wall. I sighed and took the handcuffs off my belt. "You are under arrest!" He stopped and looked in the direction of my voice. "Well shit." I couldn't help chuckling. I walked towards the kid to get a closer look at him. He was very short, and his clothing choice was interesting. He had a black leather jacket with a fur trim around the collar, he had on a black collar with huge spikes going around it, fingerless skeleton gloves, knee high yellow socks, and red high tops.
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He had something blue on his face. I could only assume it was spray paint. Without a second thought I pinned his hands behind his back and cuffed him. He grunted, but refused to say anything. I hauled the kid up and led him to the police car. I was surprised when he didn't struggle.
-Timeskip-
We were currently sitting in the interrogation room. I noted that he had regained his vision and was now staring at the ground. I couldn't really see the color of his eyes, but I knew they were open. "So..." He whipped his head up to look at me, surprised I had broken the silence. I was taken aback by his eyes. They were a bright shade of crimson, it almost looked like blood. I shook my head. 'Get ahold of yourself Stretch' "What's your name?" I asked him. He glared at me. I asked again. "What is your name." It was more of an order than a question this time. "Pssh. I'm Batman. Obviously " It was my turn to glare at him. "Real name preferably." "Okay fine, name's Red (put last name here)"
