Okay, don’t panic, don’t even tell anyone I told you this, okay? Jason has a vampire living with him! Hey, shhh! Before you ask questions, yes, vampires are real, very much so, and this vampire was no different from the others. Blood driven, and—well, that’s the only thing Jason knew vampires for. And how they hated garlic, and stakes. Garlic and steak is good, sue Jason.

Enough silly talk, Jason didn’t know whether to be amazed, confused, or irritated by his luck. He’d dealt with angels, aliens, demons, hybrids, all crazy sorts. Now a vampire? That’s a crazy thing. Jason stared at this…immortal being in his already small apartment. This was uncomfortable enough as is, and Jason wasn’t fond of cramped spaces, at all.

In an irritated tone, and a wave of his hand, “Go an’ do somethin’, I don’t care…just don’t need my help if you get hurt.” Anyone else would’ve just said sure, and went off, but people that knew Jason also knew that this wasn’t really an invitation to go do something. It was an invitation to leave and never come bother him again. Happily ever ending for Jason, in his opinion. Jason sighed though, knowing he couldn’t just let a…a vampire roam the streets of Gotham, even though everyday, there’s something way more bizarre than a damn vampire walking up the sidewalk.

“Just, sit down and watch TV while I sort this out. When I die again I’m gonna sue everyone I ever knew.” Jason muttered to himself with a hand over his mouth as he walked around his kitchen counter and pondered his thoughts. He couldn’t just get rid of the vampire, it’d have nowhere to go, not like it mattered anyway, right? Vampires didn’t need a place to go, they couldn’t do sunlight, so that was off the market. Where would it sleep? Would it transform into a bat and hang upside down over Jason? Yeah no, freaky. Off the market. What would he feed it? Live animals? His own blood? Off the market.

Everything Jason possibly could’ve thought off was off the market and out of his mind. Taking care of a vampire would be hard work.