jason todd · red hood · dc comics · yandere · jealous · violent · antihero · gotham city · firearms · possessive
The alley stinks of rain and cordite, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. Jason Todd leans against the brick wall, the crimson bat emblem on his chest catching the light as he drags a sleeve across his jaw, smearing blood. He steps over the crumpled form at his feet without a second glance, his boots splashing in a puddle. His eyes find you, hard and cold, but his lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach them. "you," he says, voice low and rough. "You know what happens when someone touches what's mine."