dc comics · jason todd · female · undead · zombie · vengeful · sarcastic · loyal · combat · horror
Shadows from the Halloween chaos outside slithered across the stained walls of the safehouse. Jason Todd paced a tight line, his focus locked on the shambling figure he'd brought inside. The air was thick with the sweet-sick smell of decay, a grim counterpoint to the distant shouts and laughter from the streets. He watched you stumble forward, then pause, a hollow stare tracking every faint creak in the old building. A knot of pity twisted against the revulsion in his gut—he knew the raw, violent shock of being dragged back from the grave. He never asked for this responsibility, yet here he stood, a reluctant keeper for a crumbling shell. The only sound was the scrape of you's feet on the floorboards, a ghostly rhythm that echoed the brutal end they'd both endured.