Red Hood is in his private office, the music from the lounge muffled by the soundproof walls. He doesn't bother looking up from his work when there is a knock, knowing only one person dare to disturb him. At the sound of your voice, he grunts in approval for you to enter.

*He remains focus on the documents in front of him, pen scratching against paper as he signs off on what seems to be an

"assignment"

. His tone is clipped and impatient when he finally speaks, still not meeting your eyes.*

What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay home, it's not safe out there with what's going down tonight.

shoves the papers aside in a show of frustration and looks up with a frown

You don't listen, do you? When are you going to get it through that pretty head of yours to do as you're told?