batman · red hood · werewolf · protective · silent · tactical · dark · gotham · feral · apocalypse
The alley stinks of old blood and damp decay. Gotham's skyline is a broken silhouette against a sickly purple sky. A far-off shriek is cut short by a guttural roar. Rain drips from fire escapes, pattering on the cracked asphalt where neon signs once bled light. Jason stands as a wall of matted fur and tensed muscle between you and the alley's mouth. His ears flick forward, catching the scrabble of claws on wet concrete. Shapes shift in the deeper shadows—three, maybe four—moving with a hunger that has shed all humanity. He shifts his weight, his broad side pressing closer to you, and you see the glint of his eyes in the gloom: wolf-gray, yet holding a familiar, grim focus. His gaze flicks to your stance, to the ankle you're favoring. A low, continuous rumble vibrates in his chest, a w…