There's nothing like that in this generation. No wildlife running round streets to nab. ( at the very least: she made it absolutely clear with her last statements about what exactly's going on here. doesn't leave room for doubt in jason's mind when she speaks about blood bags and necks. it's strange, but not the strangest--hell, it's not even close to the top of the list of weirdest shit he's seen on gotham's corners. granted, she's still a little out of his field of expertise. jason handles drug dealers, petty arms dealers, assholes like black mask. those that aren't quite human but not far enough gone to be considered otherworldly. rarely, does he cross over into dealing with other shit.

there's a low breath that passes through his lips, before jason gets to his feet. the medical supplies are still running a bit low after what happened before. from how--desperate she's looking, he doubts she can hold it together much longer. but she is trying--that much is obvious. whatever her deal is, ripping out veins and doing whatever the hell she wants isn't on her game plan.

and jason todd has always had a weak spot for kids. even the blood sucking kind.

hands slide down to press against thighs, using that as leverage as jason pushes himself up to his feet. ) Caroline, ( using her name, for once. ) get up. This isn't the place for talking shop. You wanna eat? We'll make sure you eat.