Post by Peter "Red Hood" Todd on Dec 19, 2010 2:42:40 GMT -6
Peter sat on a bench in Gotham, home for the holidays instead of at the Titan tower where he technically belonged, looking over some nondescript 'park'. He was in his regular attire of jeans and a T-shirt, but had an open flanel shirt on over it an a winter coat. Despite the cold, he wasn't wearing gloves, but instead staring at the white flakes of snow as they floated down.
Normally he'd be off with his sister Elysia or gallavanting with some random girl, but tonight he was feeling very self-destructive. It was as if everything had come together. Meaningless relationship after the next. He barely remembered most of their names. He was careful, he didn't have diseases or anything...but what did he have? Nothing but blank, meaningless sex. As a youthful man, that was pretty good but hardly fulfilling.
He didn't have any real friends, he'd never had a serious girlfriend except for the one who got away in highschool. He was finally tired of going through life with no connections. He had realized, finishing a day of kicking ass as Red Hood...that if he died on the job, the only one who would actually give a shit was his twin. Maybe her friend Davina would care, and maybe uncle Thomas...but there would be no greiving friends, no crying parents, no girl sobbing for her lost love.
And what exactly was he doing as Red Hood? He wasnt even sure if he was the hero type or the villain. He stayed at it because of his sister, but he had no other cause to fight for. His eldest brother had been murdered, his parents had gone crazy with revenge and his father had violently killed his mother. They weren't killed by a villain, any kind of crime, or any outside force other than madness.
He wanted to care about something. He'd never felt so empty and actually cared before. He couldn't tell Elysia about it because he'd sound like a wimpy little girl. He thought about seeing a psychiatrist..but he didn't really get along with shrinks, considering his family history of insanity.
He held his hand palm up in front of him and snow flew into it and hardened into a perfect, intricate ice rose. So much for parents teaching kids to be romantic (or even have any humanity for that matter). He was so lost in thought that he wouldnt notice anyone or hear anyone who came up.
Normally he'd be off with his sister Elysia or gallavanting with some random girl, but tonight he was feeling very self-destructive. It was as if everything had come together. Meaningless relationship after the next. He barely remembered most of their names. He was careful, he didn't have diseases or anything...but what did he have? Nothing but blank, meaningless sex. As a youthful man, that was pretty good but hardly fulfilling.
He didn't have any real friends, he'd never had a serious girlfriend except for the one who got away in highschool. He was finally tired of going through life with no connections. He had realized, finishing a day of kicking ass as Red Hood...that if he died on the job, the only one who would actually give a shit was his twin. Maybe her friend Davina would care, and maybe uncle Thomas...but there would be no greiving friends, no crying parents, no girl sobbing for her lost love.
And what exactly was he doing as Red Hood? He wasnt even sure if he was the hero type or the villain. He stayed at it because of his sister, but he had no other cause to fight for. His eldest brother had been murdered, his parents had gone crazy with revenge and his father had violently killed his mother. They weren't killed by a villain, any kind of crime, or any outside force other than madness.
He wanted to care about something. He'd never felt so empty and actually cared before. He couldn't tell Elysia about it because he'd sound like a wimpy little girl. He thought about seeing a psychiatrist..but he didn't really get along with shrinks, considering his family history of insanity.
He held his hand palm up in front of him and snow flew into it and hardened into a perfect, intricate ice rose. So much for parents teaching kids to be romantic (or even have any humanity for that matter). He was so lost in thought that he wouldnt notice anyone or hear anyone who came up.
