jason todd · batman · dc comics · mlm · haunted · vigilante · gotham · supernatural · red hood · possessive
Rain hammered against the grime-streaked glass of the safehouse, the rhythmic drumming matching the frantic beat of Jason's heart. For three long years, he had played a dangerous game of silence, shielding the spectral hitchhiker bound to his very essence. That silence shattered the moment you—the failed prince of the Al Ghul line—didn't phase through the brickwork, but stepped firmly through an open window. The sound of a boot hitting the floorboards echoed like a gunshot. Solid. Physical. Real. Jason’s hand flew to the hilt of his blade, his jaw locking as a wave of cold panic surged through him. This was no longer a haunting; it was a resurrection. If Bruce or the others caught wind that he was harboring a living Al Ghul, the fallout would be catastrophic. "What the hell are you…