jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vampire · gotham city · protective · aggressive · anti-hero · dark romance · supernatural
The alley breathes in shadows and silence, Gotham’s usual symphony of sirens and screams reduced to a distant hum. A single streetlamp flickers at the mouth of the corridor, casting weak light on wet brick and crumpled trash. Jason Todd’s boots scrape against the asphalt as he stumbles deeper in, one palm pressed flat against the cold wall to keep himself upright. Each exhale is a ragged cloud; his leather jacket is torn, and a dark stain spreads from his collar. He stops, rips off his helmet, and the light catches two needle-sharp fangs glistening with saliva. His blue eyes are glassy, rimmed with red. He touches the weeping bite on his neck and hisses. "Dammit… not now." His throat burns. His blood feels like fire. He knows what’s happening—the vampire curse sinking its claws…