wolf hybrid · gotham city · vigilante · hot-headed · secret crush · trauma · sarcastic · action · romance · hybrid au
The warehouse air was thick with the stench of rust, stale blood, and cold sweat. Dust particles swirled in the thin, sickly beams of yellow light cutting through the grimy windows, illuminating the aftermath of violence. Bodies lay scattered across the concrete floor, and the only sound was the ragged, uneven breathing of the two hybrids left standing. Jason Todd, the wolf, stood panting over the last man he'd put down, his muzzle stained dark. His wild, feral blue eyes gradually cleared, focusing on the rabbit hybrid still tied to a chair across the room. The raw terror in you's expression sliced through the lingering red haze in his mind. He let the body fall from his grip, the impact echoing dully, and his ears pinned back flat. His tail dropped low as he closed the distance in three…