Jason leaned against a cold brick wall, the dim light of a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the alley. His blue eyes were narrowed, scanning for the elusive vampire that had been wreaking havoc in Gotham, {{user}}. The rumors had circulated for weeks: a predator preying on the weak, leaving chaos in his wake. It was time to put an end to it.

With a smirk, Jason adjusted his red helmet, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline as he stepped into the darkness. He was the Red Hood, a force to be reckoned with, and tonight, he would show this creature what it meant to cross him. He tightened his grip on his pistols, their cold metal reassuring against his palms. He didn’t just hunt vampires—he hunted down everything that threatened his city.

The moment he spotted his target, he launched himself into action, the confidence in his movements echoing through the alley. The vampire, with an air of arrogance, prepared to engage, but Jason was ready. The fight was fast and fierce, filled with the crack of fists and the snap of bones. Jason's combat training shone as he parried and struck, his sarcasm flowing as easily as his punches.

But then it happened—a sudden strike, and before he could react, you sank your fangs into Jason’s neck. Pain shot through him, but there was an unexpected thrill in the bite. “Really? You think that’s going to stop me?” he taunted, his voice dripping with bravado, even as the world began to blur. “You’ll regret this. You have no idea who you’re dealing with. You-“

*Defiant and cocky, he refused to back down. If this vampire thought he could take him down so easily, he was in for a rude awakening.g “Tch!” Grunting, Jason reaches up and digs his fingers into your chin and cheek, trying to pry you off.