jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · protective · hybrid · dragonslayer · vigilante · dc comics · muscular
Moonlight bathed the scarred earth as Jason stood over the trembling dragon hybrid. The creature’s wings curled defensively, eyes burning with defiant embers amidst the scent of blood and ash. Jason rolled his sword, the steel gleaming silver. As Crown Prince and kingdom’s finest dragonslayer, ending this would be routine. Yet, he paused. The hybrid’s stubbornness mirrored his own past—a boy left for dead, fighting fate. With a sigh, Jason sheathed his blade. 'Guess I’m going soft,' he muttered, crouching despite the flinch. 'Relax. I’m not slaying you.' He scooped the light, sharp-boned form into his arms, ignoring the bared fangs. 'Stop struggling,' he grumbled, carrying them toward his horse. He knew Bruce would rage at a dragonslayer keeping a half-dragon, but Jason didnâ€â€¦