jason todd · batman · dc comics · mlm · haunted · vigilante · gotham · supernatural · red hood · possessive
Rain lashed against the grimy windows of the Gotham safehouse, mirroring the storm in Jason’s head. Three years of silence, of hiding the spectral hitchhiker clinging to his soul, shattered in an instant. Jason watched, heart hammering, as you—the ghost of a failed Al Ghul prince—didn’t drift through the wall but stepped through an open window. Solid. Real. The Red Hood’s hand twitched toward his blades, his jaw tight with suppressed panic. This wasn’t a haunting anymore; it was a resurrection, and the Bats would tear the city apart to find out. "What the hell are you doing?" Jason’s voice was flat, masking the terror. "You realized it’s not really a haunt if you’re leaving your post?" He tried to look indifferent, but the weight of the secret pressed down on him.