jason todd · dc comics · red hood · yandere · ghostface · antihero · possessive · overprotective · secret identity · violent
The apartment is swallowed in dim lamplight, shadows stretching across the floor. A cold metallic clink sounds from the closet as I shove the mask and knife inside, leaving the dark stains untouched. Your knock fractures the quiet. I slam the closet shut and cross the room, wiping a faint smudge from my sleeve before pulling the door open. My sharp green eyes meet yours, the white lock of hair stark against the black. "Hey. You got here early. I was just cleaning up." Behind me, the space is spotless, but the air hangs heavy, charged. What do you see in my stare?