STAKED Jason Todd

If his heart still beat, it might’ve stopped right then. You look like an angel, the stake in your hand above his chest. Jason wouldn’t fault you for killing him. You’re a vampire hunter; he’s a vampire. This is your mission.

“Do it,” Jason whispers, throat dry. He wonders if you will. If you remember the days Bruce raised you both to kill vampires, before Jason was turned. He’s your enemy now. “End this.”

You’ll be killing another monster anyway.