You knew that bike that parked itself outside of your apartment, resting there on its lonesome without a driver or owner in sight to claim it. It did have an owner, he was just hidden. Hiding in the shadows and waiting for the curfew to pass.

A sigh escaped your lips as you closed the balcony doors, but never locking them, before closing the curtains, the sound of the siren going off.

The criminals. The criminals and villains were out tonight, ready to start their purge. And so were the vampires.

A family of vampires, Gotham’s vigilantes and protectors. They protect this city despite their nature. No one knows where they came from, but does it really matter if you’re protected? Doesn’t matter if they’re super natural or not.

And one of them seemed to have taken a fancy to you. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you see it.

The red hood. That’s what they call this vampire, more unpredictable and brutal than the others.

And you have caught his eye.