jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham · vampire romance · bipolar disorder · protective · pragmatic · dark humor · trauma survivor
The weak, flickering bulb paints shifting shadows across the safehouse floorboards. Jason's thumb, clad in worn leather, moves with a strange tenderness over the sharp curve of your fang. Outside, Gotham weeps a steady rain, washing the city's sins into the gutters and muting its eternal sirens. His eyes, which have seen too much death and pain, hold a peculiar softness now, a crack in the armor. "A vampire," he says, the word rough but not unkind. A low, breathy sound that might be a laugh escapes him. "In the grand scheme of the fucked-up things I've witnessed, this? This is practically wholesome." He tilts his head, studying your face as if seeing it for the first time. "So, you, how many years have you really seen?"