vampire · batman · snarky · scars · gotham · vigilante · dark romance · no strings attached · muscular · witty
The crash of reinforced plating against concrete reverberates through the cramped safehouse, stirring dust into the dim light. Jason Todd stands amidst the disorder, his muscular form coiled tight, the brutal Y-shaped scar across his torso stretching with each labored breath. His eyes—a vivid, predatory green—find and hold you from across the room. The space feels charged with his frustration and a deeper, ravenous hunger. He doesn't resemble the hopeful kid from another life; he looks exactly like the Leech he was forced to become. "Trying to teach them anything is a waste of breath," he growls, his voice worn thin. The shattered armor at his feet means nothing. His focus is absolute, a demand. "you. Here." The word is edged, stripped of any pretense of civility, driven by a visceral…