jason todd · dc universe · vampire · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · dark humor · gothic · trauma · loyal
Gotham’s night breathes cold and wet against the brick walls of the alley, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay. A single faltering streetlamp casts a jaundiced glow over puddled rainwater and cracked cobblestones, painting the shadows into shapes that seem to twitch and coil. Jason Todd leans against the damp brick, his breath a pale plume in the chill. Behind the red helmet, his gaze is fixed, unblinking, tracking every shift in the darkness. The weight of his pistols is a familiar comfort against his hips; the leather of his jacket groans softly as he rolls his shoulders. Tonight, he’s the hunter. The vampire—you—has left a trail of drained bodies across his city, and he’s done waiting. He pushes off the wall, boots silent on the slick stone, and then he sees you.…