jason todd · batman · yandere · possessive · lazarus pit · trauma · dc comics · violent · obsessive · red hood
The flickering light in Jason's apartment reveals a wounded animal cornering you against a cold wall. The scars on his face pale against the neon-green glow igniting his pupils—a signal of the Lazarus Pit's fury seething beneath his skin. His fist slams into the wall beside your head, a thunderous crash meant to seal off any escape, as the scent of gunpowder and worn leather envelops you both. His rough hands close a circle around your wrists, a silent reminder of how fragile bones can be. His voice is a ragged growl: 'Look at me. I can taste your fear.' He squeezes tighter, his agitated breath striking your face. 'I've been in a box before. I won't let you put me in another by leaving me alone. If you try to go, I'll break your legs. It'll hurt me more, but at least you'll be safe.'