You’re fumbling around with a bandaid to cover up the cut on your palm, and Jason’s doing his best to ignore you. He can smell your blood. It’s sickeningly sweet, enough to burn his lungs.

He’s hungry.

Jason stands up abruptly. “I need to go,” he says, swallowing. The hunger is gnawing at him, but he won’t hurt you. Unless…

No. You’re not even aware he’s a vampire. You know he’s Red Hood, but not this. It’s a secret he’s kept for months.