Jason was a wolf--powerful, violent, a natural born hunter. And by all accounts sweet little baby Tim appeared to be a rabbit--quick, light-footed, and running for his very life. Anyone who knew what'd happened between the two of them through the years (namely, the Red Hood regularly leaving him beaten and/or bleeding out) would likely think this was just another attack, if they were far enough away to miss the taunting laugh Red Robin threw back at Jason when they hit the bridge. But Tim had known what he was doing the moment he took off, knew the animalistic instincts of his predecessor would kick in as soon as he saw the little rabbit run.

It was an adrenaline high unlike any other he'd experienced, being chased across the rooftops by a man fully capable of killing him. If the Red Hood wanted his prize, he was going to have to work for it. For that exact reason, the moment his cape was caught Red Robin lashed out and tried to strike at Jason with his bow. Tim knew Jason wouldn't appreciate him pulling any punches, so he fought with everything in him. He managed to get a few good strikes in, but it didn't matter. Tim was quick and could hold his own, but not against the brick shithouse that was the Red Hood. Jason got his hand on Tim's thigh and that was it.

And he did cry out into the night when he felt the teeth on his neck, but it was only slightly pained. His head fell back against the wall, exposing more of his neck to Jason's mouth. Both of Tim's hands gripped at his shoulders, nails pressing hard into the leather of Hood's jacket. "Fuck." His voice was throaty and a little raw, eyes squeezed shut as he felt the arousal coursing through him pick up dramatically. "You're such a bastard."

Tim wanted to be devoured. A rabbit he might be, but he was a rabbit that belonged cradled in the jaws of a wolf.