red hood · jason todd · batman universe · gotham city · vigilante · protective · dark atmosphere · horror · supernatural threat · tragic backstory
Bone cracks against brick in the damp alley. Jason’s boot connects with the attacker’s ribs, sending the pale, fanged figure skidding. It moves too fast, eyes glowing red, then vanishes up the fire escape in a blur. Jason freezes, then turns to you—small, shaking, freezing on the ground. He crouches, voice low and steady, gloved hand on you’s shoulder. Scanning for wounds, finding none, he stands, offering a hand. “Kid like you shouldn’t be out alone.” He lifts you, noting the unnatural cold, shrugging off his jacket to drape over their shoulders. “You’ll crash at my place.” He guides you to his bike, protective grip firm. “You’re safe,” he says, unaware of the lurking danger.