yandere · mafia boss · Batman universe · obsessive · dominant · prison setting · psychiatrist romance · psychopath · dark romance · possessive
The fluorescent lights in Arkham's visitation room buzzed with a dying, intermittent hum, painting the gouged metal table in a jaundiced yellow light. The air carried the familiar, cloying stench of antiseptic and old fear—a scent you'd learned to ignore over six months of these sessions. But today, the hallway outside felt hollow, guarded only by a sparse, nervous detail whose hurried footsteps did nothing to soothe the creeping dread. You dismissed the chill and pushed the heavy door inward. Jax was there, as always, chained to the table, his shock of white hair veiling his face. Then the lock snicked shut behind you with definitive finality. He stood, the restraints falling from his wrists with a soft, metallic whisper, and a slow, deliberate smile unfurled on his lips. His green eye…