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Yandere alphabet w/ Jason Todd

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

He'll give you small touches and cook you small meals

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Someone looks at you wrong, dead. Someone makes you uncomfortable or touches you, dead. He'll kill anyone for you.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

Depends on how you act and when he took you. If your a brat he'll be cold and rude and not gonna put up with it. If your sweet he'll treat you like a queen/king. If he took you during the time he was with batman he'll be bratty but caring. If he took you after he was in Ras a Ghul pit he would be very unstable and you'll most likely die. If you were taken after he was sorted through you'll be fine for the most part.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yeah. He respects you and all but sometimes he has urges an can't help it.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

You would have to have gained his trust and been with him for over 2 years. When he does he is very sweet.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would hate it and punish you by either isolating you til you crawl back to him or spank you til your blue.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It isn't a game to him but he would find it amusing to see you try to escape. But after the third time it woul irk him and he would punish you.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

If he kidnapped them right after he escaped the pit it would be him constantly yelling at you and his constant mood swings. But if it was him after he got all that sorted through it would be when he lost his temper and took it out on darling.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

You and him married. Living in a nice house with no one to bother you.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He gets jealous easily. He'll just whisk you away and fuck the insecurities away.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He can be gentle and caring and shower you with love. But he can also sometimes be a nightmare and be rough and harsh.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He would send little gifts and that get more expensive then send you a letter confessing his undying love to you and then kidnap you when your sleeping.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Kinda. He'll be blunt and rude towards people but towards you he'll be loving. Only if your good.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

Spanking and isolation. The only time you'll see him is when he drops off meals. Or he'll spank you til your blue and sore and begging him to stop with tears spilling out your eyes.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot. But you have some that you have to earn.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

Decently patient. But after a while he'll get tired and just take what he wants.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. If you escape he'll keep searching no matter how long it takes. If you die he'll shut down for a while and self destruct. He's then even crueler to criminals and he blames himself for your death.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

No but he does look back on it to see if he could have done something different.

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably childhood and the pit. He didn't have much when he was a child and the pit fucked up his mind.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't necessarily enjoy it, he rather much see you happy and loving on him but he kinda likes it. He kinda shrugs it off to you being a brat but after a while he'll get pissed.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn't chain you up. You can freely wander around his house/base. He has cameras everywhere so he doesn't bother.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His temper. He get mad and storm off so he doesn't do something you'll both regret and accidentally forgets to lock the door and then you can leave. But it wouldn't last long he would've able to find you quickly.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes but only if you deserved it. He doesn't want to hurt you but sometimes you don't give him a choice.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He would worship you to an extent.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long probably a couple months.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

He would but accidental or if you never gave in to him. Breaking you would be a last option.

So i had a dream last night about a fanfic and I wanted to know if anyone is interested.

So basically, its a mcu and dc cross over like the reader and Jason are dating and then the blip happens and he disappears and she left on her own for 5 years and her and her best friend logan gets close . But then Jason reappears and gets jealous but her and logan aren’t dating. They both lost their significant other in the blip

Just a random idea

Let me know if you’re interested

I am FERAL over your knight Jason thought. FERAL!!! Okay check this out: so Jason's ignoring reader because he feels guilty right? Maybe he tried to give them back but the king wouldn't allow it. But maybe the reader misunderstands and thinks they're not doing their "duties" so they make dinner and breakfast and wash his clothes and basically act like a perfect spouse. How would Jason react? 👀

Dear god... I feel another series coming on...

Idkidk, their dynamic is just really interesting to me! it's probably gonna be a bit of a slow burn here. Feel free to send more thoughts about them. I am rotating these two like a rotisserie chicken in my brain.

knight!jason todd x gn!reader. ambiguous time period but just assume it's olden times *gestures vaguely*. tw arranged marriage/forced relationship but it's complicated! jason is full of angst and self-loathing but he's a sweetie as per usual. original post for context.

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The soldier—Jason—has said four words since you've arrived.

The first was "here," which he said whilst handing you a mug of milk. He didn't look at you as he said it, and that morning, he left for a five-day long station. You only know that because he said, after handing you the milk, "I've been stationed."

You realized it was five days when you heard his horse galloping towards the house... five days later.

You haven't initiated conversation because though you're a commoner, and no one ever had much hope for you to become anything but an old spinster, you know not to challenge knights.

But this is fucking ridiculous.

"Do you like veal?" you ask on your fourteenth day here.

Jason is about to leave, his boots half laced. He freezes at your question and looks up.

You stand tall, chin up. This is a normal question. A question a wife would ask her husband, except you're not a wife, and you're pretty sure this soldier isn't a husband either.

"I like veal," he says carefully, slowly. "Would you like me to fetch some from the market?"

Now, this is where it gets tricky. When the king summoned you, he made it clear that you were expected to care for Jason under his rules. You don't know how to navigate this world. You know what couples in your village do, but you don't know what's expected of you here.

"Actually, I..." Jason looks at you. His eyes are very green. He has a surprisingly sweet face under his helmet. "Actually, I was wondering if I could go. On my own."

"Oh."

You brace yourself for arguing or yelling. True, he hasn't raised his voice once, but he also hasn't said much at all. It's like living with a ghost.

"Yes, of course. Of course you can go." He fishes out a pouch of coins and gives them to you. You take it slowly, waiting for him to realize his mistake. He doesn't.

"Thank you," you say.

He nods and watches you walk.

"Wait."

You stop. Here it comes.

"There's a cargo ship in port today. The guards rotate at noon."

He leaves before you can form a thought. You hold the coins, watching blankly as the door shuts behind him. His horse whinnies, and then he's gone.

The market isn't far from the cottage. It's fantastic to be outside again. No one's noticed your absence, clearly, but that's alright. You've never expected more.

You buy a good cut of veal and potatoes and carrots and apples. Jason gave you more money than any cut of meat would cost, so surely he assumed you would buy other food. Why else would he give you so much?

A ship's horn drones in the distance. You're feeling some oranges when you remember his words. A cargo ship.

The sun is almost at its highest point.

"Oi! Either buy 'em or stop feelin' 'em!" the seller snaps.

You roll your eyes and move on from the orange stand. You can see the horizon of where the sky meets the sea from here. Any moment, the guards will change, and the ship will be...

You stop. Was Jason hinting at your escape?

No, he couldn't have been! That's preposterous. Why would he want you gone? The king took you for a reason.

And where would you go anyway? Once you leave, you'd be a criminal forever. You couldn't make a home on your own. And who knows what could happen in between? Pirates, enemy soldiers, anybody could snatch you up.

This must've been a test. A test to see if you would run. That's why he agreed to you going so easily.

No, your escape can't be planned now. Not when you're so obviously uncomfortable, and Jason knows it.

You ignore the ship and go home with your purchases. You spend the rest of the afternoon preparing veal stew. You warm leftover bread over the fire and set a pot of butter on the table.

Jason comes in louder than he has before, humming quietly. You perk up at the sound, happy for the lack of silence.

You set a bowl of stew at his chair and wait by the fire. As soon as he enters the kitchen, the humming stops.

"Welcome home," you say, wringing your hands. "I made supper."

Jason glances at the table, then back at you.

"You came back," he says.

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask, face neutral as you cut the bread into chunks.

"That—did the ship come?"

"Yes."

Jason sits. His face is dirty from training.

"I bought more than veal," you say, and hand him the pouch. "I hope that's alright. We—there were no more potatoes."

He takes the pouch, rubbing the string tied around the top. "You went to the marketplace... and came back."

It's not a question, but it sounds like there might be one behind it.

"Certainly," you say. "I'm loyal to you, Jason. I serve you."

He looks up, blinking rapidly. Then he looks back at his stew.

Oh, right. He's waiting for you to ask permission to sit.

"May I join you?" you ask.

Jason flinches. "You don't... you don't have to ask. I would never stop you from eating."

The words hang in the air. It's like neither one of you can speak right.

You watch him, and he watches you as you serve yourself and sit on the opposite side of the table. Jason takes the first bite, and you eat right after.

"Is the supper satisfactory? Have I done well?" you ask.

Jason stops chewing and sets his spoon down. You're struck by his shift in demeanor. You worry for a moment you've screwed up something as dim-wittingly simple as stew.

His eyes are sad as they fall on you. It's akin to grief, the pain he wears, but you don't know why he's grieving. You silently offer him more bread, pushing it toward him. He takes it.

"Yes," he says quietly and eats another spoonful. "You did. Thank you for supper."

Jason cleans his bowl three times. You have no stew leftover, which pleases you.

But as soon as Jason finishes eating, he gets up, rinses his bowl, and wordlessly leaves.

You don't see him for the rest of the night.

Somehow, you feel lonelier than when you weren't speaking.

Jason Todd doesn’t want to spend more time than he needs to at the manor. He’s there solely because Alfred asked for him; the less he saw of everyone else, the better. But, in retrospect, Jason thinks, spending hours in Bruce’s presence would be better than this – better than the supposed gift Alfred gave him. 

Piles and piles of letters you’d written him since his death now lay spread out across his bed. Some were borderline incoherent, and even the ones that weren’t rendered on incoherent halfway through, when you’d begin blaming yourself for not being able to help him, to heal him, how your powers failed you that day. 

He could tell you’d poured hours into these letters – never believing he’d ever read them. There was not a single letter that was free from having the ink smudged along the pages. 

Alfred’s words still haunted him. 

“There are recent ones in there as well. Even after they’d left Gotham, every month, without fail they’d arrive. It used to be more, but Dick talked to them. I thought you deserved to see them, they’re addressed to you after all.” 

Alfred was wrong. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve the hours of pain, love and remorse you’d probably put into writing these. Not when he believes he’s no longer the boy you once knew. But your words are forever imprinted in his mind. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

He’s sorry too, because right now, he’s too scared, too much of a coward he believes, to confront you. To explain what happened. 

So, instead, he will dissect your letters, every single thought you’ve had since his death, everything you were unable to tell him. He will memorise your penmanship, and the words that followed, till he can recall them from memory. You’re an unbending force, calling out to him, to reread your letters, and he will, as he waits for the next ones to arrive. 

And maybe, when his feelings build up, and it gets too much, he’ll take the leap and try to find you. He’s not ready to confront you, not yet, but he needs to see you, just once. So, instead, he’ll allow himself small mercies to see you, in his own way.  And if that means watching you through your window as you pen your next letter, or tracking your movements during the day, then so be it. One day, he hopes, he can write back to you. 

You’re sorry you couldn’t say goodbye, he’s sorry for not giving you the chance to.