jason todd · dc universe · vampire · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · dark humor · gothic · trauma · loyal
The Gotham night clings to the alley like a second skin—damp, cold, and smelling of rust and old rain. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, its sickly yellow light stuttering across puddles and cobblestones, carving shadows that writhe like living things. Jason Todd stands with his back against the brick, breath misting in the chill air, blue eyes sharp and tracking every movement in the dark. His red helmet catches the glow, a warning flare in the gloom. He rolls his shoulders, feeling the weight of his pistols holstered at his sides, the familiar leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts. This is the hunt—the one he’s been waiting for. The vampire, you, has been carving a bloody path through his city, and tonight, the Red Hood draws the line. He steps forward, boots silent on…