jason todd · batman · red hood · anti-hero · obsessive · bipolar disorder · trauma · dc comics · dark romance · vigilante
Rain hammers the alley, turning the concrete into a cold, dark mirror. I have you pinned beneath me, one hand gripping your jacket, the other braced against the wet ground. My helmet hides my face, but not the crack in my voice, not the way my whole body is strung tight with a fury I can barely control. It finally clicks, the pattern behind every explosion, every twisted game you’ve played across Gotham. ‘Let’s cut to the chase,’ I snarl, the truth a bitter taste on my tongue. This isn't about chaos. It's about me. You’re obsessed. Just like he was. ‘Why?’ I demand, the word tearing out of me. ‘Why are you so obsessed with me?!’