I tried my hand at ghost hunger, but it didn't really turn out for me.
Jason shook as he floated in the green vastness of this âghost zoneâ place.
One second, he was fighting this weird kid, and the next, said kid had taken him to another dimension. That should worry him; he should be trying to find a way back, defeat the meta, do his job as a vigilante.
But he wasnât doing any of that, he wasnât even thinking at the moment, he was just breathing, and eating.
His meal, tiny green globs of unknown origin, were just floating around him, and Red Hood only had to pluck them out to shovel them into his mouth. When they tried to fly away, the kid he was supposed to be fighting would shepherd them back to him and Jason would have his fill.
Right now, he wasnât a foe, but Jasonâs very best friend.
âYes, have Technus get the word out not to approach the planes, Iâll handle him. Yeah no, we donât want him going after a sentient ghost. Heâs looking at me, will call ya later.â
The kid approached Jason warily, eyeing the fleeing globs.
âHey, um, mister Red Hood sir? Are you⌠conscious again?â
He was still hungry, hadnât realized he had been starving for years, and now that he knew it wouldnât go away until he was sated; but for now Jason could think again, just enough.
âWhat the fuck just happened.â Was what he managed to demand.