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Dying wasn’t something Jason feared, been there, done that. He had risen out of his coffin and clawed through dirt; had defied all science by that. Even with that second chance, he always thought that death would eventually take him, maybe after he got his revenge…
Welp; it really was no surprise when the Batplane was shot when he, Tim and Dick were trying to escape Nanda Parbat. He guesses they all died on impact; but of course, Jason is still alive and kicking
Just not in his world
First thing Jason learned about vampires, was that they weren’t crazy strong, and the few that were did not bother to come down near the ‘peasants’ to talk. The strongest Vampires were the elite, like Bruce Wayne (What a fucking surprise), Lex Luthor, and etc…
Second thing he learned, their power came from luck and genetics, that being the main reason why most vampires couldn’t ascend to that position. The Wayne lineage apparently was known for their strong/resistant nature, and their beautiful appearance.
And third of all, he was apparently the dead adoptive son of Bruce Wayne (Again, what a surprise); a homeless human child that he planned on turning, but was kidnapped by the joker and presumed dead. The billionaire mourned the death of his beloved “robin” for years (He too, had a penchant of calling his fledglings robins) Maybe Jason really should invest in inter-dimensional funeral services for his variants, he would make good cash.
Anyway, after realizing that most vampires were on healthy-human level strength, he decided to regain his criminal clout without interfering much with the elite, since he sure was hell did not want to fight beings with super strength, even if he had experience with it. He started small, first busting drug rings (yes, vampires apparently did drugs), then stopping their fabrication…and three months later he had already become known as the Red Hood again; the man who took the old mantle of The Joker as a mockery, and protected Park Row with a fierce grip.
Jason really thought he was doing well, he avoided killing, he made a ton of cash, established safe houses…and that was all fucked up when he encountered the Joker again. He was really dumb, really, for thinking the clown, much less the vampire clown; would let him “steal” his old alias and establish dominance with it. What an egocentric guy…
Anyhow, Jason was currently dodging the toxic green claws of the laughing man.
“Aren’t you an agile thing?! How funny it is that you can be so durable even as a punny human” The clown said with mirth, his eyes glowing red in the dark ambience of the abandoned warehouse.
“Well, after what you put me through, it is rather reasonable I train to keep up!” He joked back, watching as the man raised one eyebrow questioningly, quickly swiping his foot down the man’s legs, making him almost fall down the ground. He quickly jumped back when the vampire tried to stab his claws under his chest armour.
“Well well well… I don’t remember doing anything to the Red Hood himself! Pray to tell me, what would I ever have done to you?” He giggled as he twirled a plastic flower between his fingers, eyes focusing onto Jason’s figure with a predatory gaze.
“Don’t you remember our wonderful time together? I remember very well how people still broadcasted the news of my death for months around this place!” He said with a dry laugh, taking off his helmet. (It wasn’t really his death, but was he wrong for projecting his bitter feelings upon someone who did the same thing to another version of him?)
The red eyes widened, and the small smile turned into a full time cackle, the expression on his face became maniac as he now focused his whole obsession within Jason’s figure.
“Boy…Wonder”
And Jason threw a knife at his right eye.
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It had been four days since the confrontation, Jason had fled as soon the knife hit the Joker’s eyes (Y’know? For dramatic effect), waiting to see which turmoil his last minute plan would create.
Really, he never planned to reveal his identity, but the unexpected attack gave him an opportunity; not only to mess with the clown, but to announce his “living” situation to the world and traumatize his family. You see, Jason had cameras installed into the warehouse a month before since he used it to keep track of his shipments; and he purposely filmed everything while proceeding to anonymously post it to every social media in existence. He did that last part while sitting on his sofa and watching white chicks.
Anyway, that resulted in being hunted fiercely by some random vampires with the Wayne symbol; probably sent by Bruce to capture the Crime Lord who could possibly be his long lost son. Jason was really happy, the whole chasing thing really gave him some fun things to do; like spouting nonsense and humiliating Bruce in front of every guard with body cameras.
Apparently, the “similarities” he shared with Jason Todd (situation wise) were enough to cause Bruce to abandon every attempt of chasing him with a third party, instead, going as far as chase Jason personally, because how dare the Red Hood impersonate Jason Todd?(Was it really impersonation if he was a different Jason Todd?) Anyhow, that leads him to his current situation, locked in a fight with The Bat.
“How dare you soil his memory-!” said the man while punching him straight in the chest, the strength behind it made Jason wheeze, because that definitely cracked a few ribs (what the hell, he could even see Bruce was holding back!)
“What memory you old psycho!?! Are you becoming senile with your old age?Because I'm pretty sure I don’t even know you!!” He threw him the middle finger while firing bullets at the bat.
The thing was, Jason had a plan to cover all the gaps in his story. He would simply say he woke up one day, without any memories but the raging want for revenge against his killer; which transformed him into the Red Hood and impeded him from returning to his family. Pretty neat huh? He took 3 minutes to think of it!
The man stopped for a single second, the possible realization made Jason smirk under his helmet. The old geezer was now probably considering brainwashing, trauma, cloning, maybe pretty much everything to justify the current situation. It was really funny, seeing the man slowly lose his fight, and jump back; standing still and just glaring at his red metal head.
“Take off your helmet” He said firmly, face stoic and demanding.
“Oh? Are we doing the whole ‘hi nice to meet you’ thing now? A bit late for that, dont’cha think?” He said with a ‘tsk’, still, taking the helmet off as requested.
The Vampire before him froze, as if seeing a corpse walking (That made Jason laugh internally). His claws trembled, and Jason tried as hard as he could to hold his laugh and remain passive; projecting the perfect ‘I am amnesiac and I don’t know you’ face. Bruce tried to take a step towards him, but Jason raised his gun towards his father’s vampiric version.
Eyes glowing an unnatural green, the crime lord did his best to look as threatening and confused as possible as he spoke.
“I don’t know what you could possibly want from me, you’ve been chasing me all the time!” He growled, his voice breaking in false fright. “What could the strongest vampire, Batman, possibly want with me?!”
Bruce froze, hands twitching where they stood as his white lenses narrowed behind his cowl.
“You… I really don’t know what I could want with you Ja-I mean, Red Hood?” The man said with caution, hesitance clear in his voice.
“No I fucking don’t, so you better back off old man!”
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“You better back off old man!” Jason giggled as he pointed a pillow at his adoptive father, assuming a playful fighting position as said man held his hands up; hands that were tickling him minutes before.
“Oh I won’t, not until you surrender!” Said Bruce as Dick tackled Jason onto the pillowed ground, trapping his younger brother into a fierce hug.
“Gotcha!” Said the younger vampire, peppering the child with kisses and small bites on the cheek; Bruce entered the hug not even seconds after.
They laid there for at least an hour, just peacefully resting onto each other's arms
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Bruce blinked back onto the present, looking at the familiar figure of a boy whom he presumed dead.
He at first thought this male was a clone, or a doppelganger; but his voice, his tone, his EYES…. They all screamed at Bruce’s wildest instincts, begging him to reclaim the fledgling who never had the chance to even complete his transformation.
Bruce could see it, the toxic green that shone in his son’s eyes; the clear sign that he was injected with vampire venom, but was never nurtured into a full one. Jason didn’t even have fangs…he still had blood pulsing through his veins, albeit way weaker than any human. His heartbeat was slow, almost inaudible; but still there.
His soon didn’t look quite human, nor did he look like a vampire…Bruce never heard about a fledgling surviving a transformation without their sire’s blood, the pain and hunger too debilitating to their transitioning body. He could only imagine what Jason had gone through, to be able to accomplish such an imaginable feat.
It made the situation seem even more reasonable; some vampires, although not many, lost some of their memories if their transformation had any complications. But in Jason’s Case, since his turning had never even been completed and forced him into a thin line between humanity and Vampires; he guesses it would make sense his mind suffered a great impact and made him unable to remember before the moments of his death.
(Bruce did not really know that Jason was from an alternate dimension, and had no way of knowing that the lazarus pit, a downed version of the venom in this world, was what made Jason this way)
He looked so different, he was tall now, and looked way too mature for a 17 year old…maybe the venom accelerated his growth..? Oh how terrible, to think his son not only lost his memories, but his childhood..! Every little thing that the Bat noticed about the boy in front of him, made him want to wrap Jason in bubble wrap and lock him inside the manor, forever protected from this cruel world.
“Answer me goddamnit! What the hell do you want with me?!” Said his boy, lips pulled into a snarl that would never fit how his sweet Jason was ever supposed to look.
Bruce did not answer, simply jumping back into the shadows and retreating rapidly, mind swirling with all kinds of plans and questions about Jason; fingers quickly tapping into the holographic keyboard projected into his watch, establishing a quick connection within his and Dick’s private channel.
“Nightwing, this is Batman, we have a code black type situation,do you copy?” He said, waiting a few minutes before his comm buzzed again, signaling the incoming answer.
“Copy, this is Nightwing. Do you require immediate help?” He said with a worry laced tone.
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“No, but gather everyone in the cave right now, we need to have an urgent family meeting.”