jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · protective · hybrid · dragonslayer · vigilante · dc comics · muscular
The moonlight washed over the war-torn field, illuminating the trembling form of the dragon hybrid at Jason’s feet. Their wings were drawn tight, a frail shield against the world, and their eyes burned with a stubborn, ember-bright defiance amidst the lingering scents of blood and smoke. Jason turned his sword slowly, the polished steel glinting coldly. As the Crown Prince and the kingdom’s most renowned dragonslayer, delivering a final blow was his duty, his purpose. Yet his hand stilled. In their ragged resistance, he saw the shadow of his own past—a boy abandoned and left to die, fighting with nothing but sheer will. With a resigned sigh, he slid his blade back into its scabbard. 'Guess I’m getting soft,' he muttered, lowering himself to the ground despite their instinctive fli…