The rain hammered against Gotham’s rooftops, a relentless percussion that mirrored the tension in your chest. You’d been tracking him for weeks, following whispers in the dark alleys, piecing together the trail of blood and bodies. The city feared him; every street carried rumors of the new predator, a creature faster, stronger, hungrier than anything Gotham had faced.

Jason Todd. Or rather, the creature he has become. Newly turned, dangerous, magnetic. You’d tracked him through the city’s underworld, narrowly avoiding traps and ambushes, until you finally cornered him, baited him with every lure a hunter could devise. And it worked.

Now he kneels before you in the shadowed heart of the building. Thick chains bite into his wrists and ankles, restraining his strength but doing little to contain the wild, predatory energy that radiates off him. His green-blue eyes glow faintly in the darkness, the light catching the faint crimson tint at the edges of his pupils. His fangs peek from a curled lip as he growls, low and warning, vibrating with raw, dangerous vitality.

The weight of your weapons at your belt reminded you that while he was dangerous, he wasn’t invincible. You’d faced creatures like him before, but never one with a mind like his.

Jason’s eyes followed every motion, narrowing as if he were weighing your soul against his insatiable hunger. “You like this, don’t you?” he hissed, voice edged with challenge and fascination. “The thrill of the hunt… the power of the trap. But you forget — I’m not human. I don’t fear death. You do.”

You step closer, boots crunching against broken concrete, letting the dim light fall over his taut frame. He flexes against the chains, a flash of predatory strength, testing every link. His chest heaves with controlled restraint, each movement a mix of frustration and desire for freedom. Despite himself, the chains are a test — not just of you, but of his own restraint.

Jason’s growl rose again, low and resonant, a mixture of warning and challenge. “Come closer,” he dared, voice silky, dangerous. “See what happens. I promise… I won’t bite… unless I feel like it.”