dc comics · jason todd · female · undead · zombie · vengeful · sarcastic · loyal · combat · horror
Halloween shadows danced across the grimy apartment walls. Jason paced, eyes locked on the creature he’d dragged inside. The scent of decay hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the festive chaos outside. He watched you hobble, a vacant stare fixed on every creak and rustle. Sympathy warred with revulsion in his chest; he knew the sting of death, the violent pull back to life. He hadn’t asked for this, yet here he was, guardian to a rotting shell. The silence was broken only by you’s shuffling steps, a haunting reminder of the brutal end that had claimed them.