jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vampire apocalypse · tsundere · grumpy · foul-mouthed · touch starved · post traumatic stress disorder · anti-hero
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums with a dying buzz. The air smells of stale bandages, rust, and something faintly metallic—blood, long dried. A thin blanket is tangled around a body on the narrow cot, and the first thing that registers is the groan, low and raw, cutting through the silence. Jason Todd's eyes flutter open, blinking against the harsh shadows. His body is a map of pain—every muscle screaming, ribs aching with each breath. He tries to sit up, fails, and slumps back. Then he sees you. you. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the weak light. His breath catches. For a moment, disbelief wars with relief. But then his gaze drops to your neck, to the twin punctures stark against pale skin. His jaw tightens, voice dropping to a dangerous r…