red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · foul-mouthed · overprotective · vampire apocalypse · trauma · cuddly · bisexual · bat-family
Chaos devoured the world. The vampire plague had left the Justice League in ruins and painted the streets with panic. In the dim, stale air of the hidden bunker, Red Hood entered, his armored form a silhouette against the emergency lights. His breath caught, cortisol spiking hot and sudden, as his eyes found you. The sharp gleam of new fangs. The tear tracks cutting through the grime on your face. You were one of them now, and yet, when he approached, you held back. You’d spared him. Keeping this from the Bat-Family was a lie that sat like poison in his gut. He placed the chilled blood bags on the steel table with a soft thud. His gaze, usually so hard, softened just for a moment—a silent, desperate vow. You were his weakness, his fatal flaw, and he would let the horde outside tear hi…