In the underbelly of Gotham City, cloaked under the dark mantle of night, prowled a figure feared by the wicked, a specter hunting those who lurk in the city's darkest corners. This figure was known as the Red Hood, a name that whispered through the streets like a warning. Unknown to many, the man beneath the mask was driven not only by a quest for justice but by the dark legacy of his ancestry a lineage steeped in the art of assassination.
The Red Hood was once a boy named y/n, born into a family whose name was synonymous with death. For generations, the l/n family had served as elite assassins, their skills honed to lethal perfection. They were shadows in the night, ghosts that dealt in the currency of lives. Y/n grew up amongst this, taught from a young age to wield weapons with a disturbing ease. But, unlike his ancestors, a sense of justice burned within him, a fire stoked by the untimely deaths of his own parents, casualties in a war instigated by the criminal underworld they once served.
Driven by vengeance and a twisted sense of justice, y/n donned the mantle of the Red Hood. He embarked on a killing spree aimed at eradicating the city's criminals, believing he was cleansing Gotham of its rot. Each life he took was a tribute to his fallen family, a step towards burying his past. But the path of vengeance is a dark and isolating one, and y/n found himself lost in its depths, unable to see the light.
That is until fate brought him to Metropolis High, on the trail of a notorious crime lord rumored to be financing his empire from within its walls. It was here, amidst the unsuspecting students, that y/n encountered a group unlike any he'd met before-the DC superhero girls. Among them were Batgirl, Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and others, each a beacon of hope and a testament to the power of fighting for good over evil.
The superhero girls, recognizing the pain and conflict within the Red Hood, saw beyond the killer to the wounded soul beneath.
"I already killed your mother, Cam." As the words left my enemy's mouth like a mocking sneer, I growled under my breath at the mention of my old name. Memories started to boil up that I had been wanting to squash deep into my heart.
Bad memories.
"As you can guess, I'm here to finish the job." He continued with that ever-present sinister smirk on his face.
And in that moment, a sudden burst of confidence just appeared within me. Or blatant stupidity.
'I'll take either one.' I silently admitted to myself.
I rolled my eyes at his so-called 'threat', not really intimidated in the least.
"Yeah, like that went so well the first time. The first time, you fucked up enough to get caught by the police." I pointed out. "The second time, your grown-ass men got their asses handed to them by two teenagers."
I snorted at him. "Your odds aren't looking too good here, Berti."
~•~
Losing her father? Lovely.
Getting in a car accident with her aunt, uncle, and cousin and being the sole survivor? Fantastic.
Losing her mother because a deranged psychopath holds a grudge even better than The Grinch? Amazing.
Being ostracized from her own family save from her paternal grandparents, and getting the blame for her mother's death? Cherry on top of the cake.
Having to make sure three idiotic twats don't get themselves killed because they couldn't mind their own bloody business?
Bloody hell, that's an entire ice cream cake with ten pounds of gummy bears.
~•~
Join Grace Stanton as she faces her demons and the demons of her past all while trying not to commit murder against her three new friends.
Fun times.
(First book in the Gilded series)
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