Red Hood In Arkham Knight Novels & Stories

Red would never run. Natasha was wondering what she had gotten herself into, but moved to guard Red out of instinct. Protecting people was her job, and she had added incentive where THAT particular woman was concerned. She almost grinned, wondering what those little insects would think, assuming they were CAPABLE of thought, when they bit into Nat's skin and broke their little fangs. Arthur was feeding what energy he could to Shield, but both were quickly approaching exhaustion. Mindy was near her friend and lover, trying to support him. Everyone else was arming themselves, including a clever few who were gathering aerosol cans and lighters from the supply closet.

Arthur chuckled. “You really think that don’t you? You actually think I’d come here empty-handed?” Arthur said. With that, he motioned to someone outside the window, and a glowing red dot appeared on Harden’s chest, right where his heart was. Harden’s gaze tracked Arthur’s hand motions. When Arthur pointed to his chest and Harden looked down, his eyes widened. “Uncle Arthur, don’t!” Suddenly, Arthur heard Damien call out. He had broken free of the guards and was now standing in front of Harden. The red dot was now directly on his forehead. If there were any slip-ups, the shot would’ve been fatal.

The echo of the growl rolled through the decrepit hall like thunder cracking inside a coffin. Dust sifted from the rusted ceiling beams. Every hunter froze. Weapons half-raised. Breaths caught mid-air. Even the leader—the girl in the blood-red robe—turned with a jerk, eyes widening beneath her hood. Rhea’s heart punched against her ribs. Fenrak, half-shifted, bleeding, still shielding her, lifted his head from the shadow of his own rage.

I went straight to the meeting room and as I entered, I sensed the tension in the air. Alpha Red was sitting opposite her and although they were both silent, I could feel the heavy tension in the room as they both glared at each other. I scanned the lady in the room and I noticed the black cloak she was putting on. It covered her entire figure and the hoodie covered half of her face. The moment she sensed my presence, she instantly looked at me. Her eyes were beautiful, almost like a burning fire. She stood up slowly and gently took off her hoodie, exposing her reddish brown hair that matched the spark in her eyes. She didn't need to ask because the look of recognition was visible in her eye