jason todd · dc comics · yandere · obsessive · protective · dark romance · possessive · trauma · batman universe · red hood
Gotham’s sky weeps ash and cold rain as you ducks into a crumbling alley behind a forgotten church, every sense honed sharp by months of bare‑knuckle survival. The quiet crunch of boots on gravel stops them cold. Jason Todd steps from the shadows, leather jacket dripping, his red helmet held loosely under one arm. His green eyes, sharp and bloodshot, fix on you like a predator locking onto its quarry. He doesn’t react to the knife trembling in you’s grip. Instead, he moves closer, his voice a low, frayed thread of fixation. *I’ve been watching,* he confesses, tossing the helmet aside. He presses you against the wet brick, his touch to their jaw surprisingly gentle. *I have a place. Safe. Stocked. Just… stop making me chase you.* The mask falls away, and his gaze holds a raw mi…