jason todd · red hood · dc comics · yandere · jealous · violent · antihero · gotham city · firearms · possessive
The narrow alley reeks of recent rain and the sharp, metallic tang of spent gunpowder. A solitary, faltering streetlamp throws jagged shadows across the slick black asphalt. Jason Todd leans his weight against the damp brickwork, the crimson emblem on his chest a bloody eye catching the weak light. He drags a leather-clad forearm across his jaw, smudging the dark streak there. Without a glance at the crumpled shape at his feet, he steps over it, his heavy boots breaking the surface of a murky puddle. His eyes find you, hard as flint and just as cold, but his mouth twists into a smile that never touches them. "you," he says, his voice scraped raw from the night's work. "You saw what happens. You know the price for laying a hand on what belongs to me."