Rumors have been spreading through Gotham like wildfire. Rumors that vampires have come to town. However, the most ghastly rumor of all is that the Dark Knight himself has joined the legions of the undead.

Is there any truth to these rumors, or are they being helped along by a certain mischievous Ex-Robin?

Proceeded and read if you dare.
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The GCPD blimp floated in the Gotham sky as Jason Todd sat on a fire escape.

The Red Hood still had a few more hours of patrol, so he had stopped for a 'lunch' break. Jason took a bite of his hamburger and watched as the blimp slowly floated overhead.

He would soon be heading back out, Jason was sure he had plenty of work to do. Especially since Halloween was only a few days away, and it always seemed to have a habit of bringing out the crazy in this town.

Jason continued to eat and contemplate what he would be doing on All Hallows' Eve. Everyone, including Alfred, had been nagging him to go trick-or-treating with his other 'siblings'.

They had somehow gotten him to come the previous year, and the looks on their faces had been worth it. Jason had made them all regret asking, by showing up in a zombie Robin costume.

This year, Jason would be taking a different approach. Well, he and the rest of his siblings. They had all decided to dress up as Batman and possibly go on patrol. It was gonna annoy the crap outta Bruce. So yeah, Jason would definitely be there.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he began to hear movement below him. Silently, Jason leaned forward and peered down at the alley below. It was just a random guy taking a smoke break. After a quick assessment, Jason went back to eating.

The man didn't look shady or threatening and Jason was well concealed in shadows. Besides all that, the Red Hood was confident he could make a silent getaway, should he have to.

After a few moments a second guy showed up. From what Jason could tell, he looked like a construction worker. The two men exchanged a greeting.

Jason was gathering his things to leave when the strangers conversation caught his attention.

"We shouldn't be back here." The Construction Worker said to the Smoking Man.

"What's the matter? You afraid of the dark?" The Smoking Man teased.

"No!" The Worker shot back, "I've just...I've been hearing things lately." He admitted.

"Like what?" The Smoker inquired.

"Well...word on the street is, there's vampires in Gotham." The Construction Worker stated.

"Vampires?" The Smoker echoed, "Are you outta your gourd?" He said, half in disbelief, and half in amusement.

"I know people who have seen some things. It's just weird, man." The Worker argued.

"It's almost Halloween." The Smoking Man exclaimed, taking a puff of his cigarette, "There's costumes everywhere. Don't be ridiculous."

Jason had to mentally agree with the Smoker. This city was full of costumed weirdo's, and not just of the vigilante variety. One time during his tenure as Robin, he and Batman had apprehended three separate criminals dressed as Dracula in one night.

Jason shook his head and quietly put away his food wrapper.

"What, your telling me you've never heard or seen anything weird?" The Worker continued.

"I heard  someone say they thought Batman was a vampire once." The Smoking Man replied, "But here's the problem, Lenny. Vampires don't exist."

Jason had to stifle a laugh at that, someone really thought Bruce was a vampire. Oh, this was just too good. Suddenly an idea popped into Jason's head, and a grin split across his face.

Quickly, Jason zipped up his jacket just enough to cover the bat-symbol. That was the beauty of his work uniform, take away the helmet and symbol, he looked pretty normal.

Well...except for the twin holsters, but if he stuck to the shadows they wouldn't notice.

The Smoker put out his cigarette, and the two men began to exit the alley.

Jason took a moment to ruffle his hair and make it look wild and unkept. Then he soundlessly dropped down from the fire escape and into the alley, positioning himself just at the edge of the shadows.

"What you speak is true." Jason exclaimed loudly, remaining in his crouched position.

The two men spun around, 'Lenny' nearly falling over in the process.

"Where the hell did you come from?" The Smoker blurted.

"The Bat is among the legion of the undead!" Jason continued, his tone overly dramatic.

"W...what." Lenny stammered.

"You fools, the signs have always been there." Jason yelled, eyes wild and crazy. "He comes at night, he lurks in the shadows, he's inhumanly fast and strong. He dresses as a Bat, his form of choice."

The duo stood frozen in fear.

"I know his secret. He drinks the blood of the evil and corrupt." Jason continued, "He has many familiars, scattered throughout Gotham."

Lenny and the Smoker looked ready to bolt, and even went as far as to start backing away.

"But one day, one day very soon." Jason straightened to his full height.

The two men took off running before Jason could finish.

"He will feast on the blood of you all!" He called after them as they ran away, practically screaming.

As soon as they were out of sight, Jason let out a laugh he'd been holding. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt and he had to use his knees as support.

After a minute, Jason managed to stop and straightened, taking a breathe.

This was too much fun not to take advantage of. As he climbed back up to the fire escape, a plan began to form in Jason's mind.

He intended to get his money's worth out of his Halloween costume.

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Bruce stumbled into the Manor kitchen and took a seat at the table, running a hand over his face. He still felt groggy despite the fact he'd gotten a full three hours of sleep.

"Good morning, Alfred." Bruce greeted.

"Good morning, Master Bruce." The older man spoke in his usual tone.

A few moments later, Alfred set a cup of coffee in front of Bruce. However, that wasn't the only thing he put down. Along with the drink, Alfred placed what looked to be one of the cheap Gotham tabloids on the table.

Bruce was about to ask him why, when suddenly Alfred ripped the kitchen curtains open, letting the morning light stream in.

Bruce was momentarily blinded and blinked to let his eyes adjust. Alfred glanced at him, gauging his reaction. After a few seconds, the butler spoke.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" He gestured to the tabloid.

Bruce gave Alfred a confused look as he took a drink of his coffee. When Alfred didn't elaborate, Bruce picked up the tabloid.

Sure enough, the front page headline read 'When Undead Bats Attack.' Bruce's eyes grew comedically wide.

Below it was a blurry picture of Batman, except he had fangs and red eyes. Bruce quickly skimmed over the article. Apparently several residents were reportedly chased by Batman, as he attempted to bite them. Some even claimed they had heard him yell, Quote: "I vant your blood."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and wracked his brain, trying to remember anything unusual from his patrol. He hadn't been bitten by anyone and he wasn't missing any segments of time. There wasn't anything that would denote that it was him in the photo. Batman hadn't even been in the area the picture had been taken. In fact, the only unusual thing he had noticed was that criminals had seemed more afraid of him.

Then suddenly, Bruce realized why Alfred had been acting strange.

"I'm not a vampire." Bruce shot the butler an annoyed look.

"I know, Master Bruce." Alfred replied easily, "I sprinkled a few drops of Holy Water in your coffee." He added.

Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Now that we've gotten that out of the way," Alfred went about his business and began preparing breakfast, "Have you any idea who this seemingly undead imposter is?"

"No." Bruce admitted, looking back down at the picture and studying it.

"But I intend to find out."