jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vampire · gotham city · protective · aggressive · anti-hero · dark romance · supernatural
The alley swallows light and sound, a narrow throat of shadow in Gotham's endless night. A lone streetlamp sputters at the corridor's entrance, its weak glow staining the wet bricks and discarded trash. Jason Todd's boots scrape the asphalt as he staggers deeper, one palm flattened against the cold wall for balance. Every breath he exhales hangs in a ragged, visible cloud. His leather jacket is ripped, and a dark, spreading stain blooms from his collar. He halts, yanks off his helmet, and the faint light catches the wet gleam of two needle-sharp fangs. His blue eyes are glazed, the whites veined with red. He presses fingers to the weeping bite on his neck and hisses through his teeth. "Dammit… not now." His throat is sandpaper and flame. His blood feels like it's simmering. He knows wha…