Batboys Preferences and Imagines

Jason Todd x Reader (5/7)

ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS THE FIFTH PART TO SERIAL KILLER. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST FOUR PARTS, I STRONGLY RECCOMMEND THAT YOU DO.

BLUE JEANS

y/d/j - your dream job

WARNINGS - YALL THIS IS NOT A SMUT BUT IT ALLUDES TO CERTAIN ACTIVITIES AND THE VOYERSIM KINK.... THERE ARE LIKE EXTREME AMOUNTS OF GORE IN THIS PART 

A/N - DO REMEMBER THAT WHILST THIS IS JASON TODD, HIS MIND IS SICK AND TWISTED. HIS OBSESSION IS ACTUALLY QUITE A TOXIC SITUATION, BE WARY

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In the beginning, being with Jason was fun. He was so unbelievably charismatic that he made all your bad thoughts and memories disappear. He even introduced you to his billionaire father who introduced you to all the right people in your field to make sure that you could get started in the best possible position to start doing y/d/j. The issues, any of them that arrived, didn't come until his obsession with you started to get out of hand. 

Still, despite the fact that you had him arrested and thrown in federal prison, Jason was able to forgive you. Now, five months after you had decided to give Jason a chance to be the amazing boyfriend he kept insisting he could be, you were happier than ever. Sure, he had the occasional tendency to beat the shit out of guys that even glanced in your direction, but over time, Jason's violent habits bothered you less and less.

You sat in the passenger seat of one of Jason's cars, driving down the coast of California. A classic rock song was playing through the speakers and Jason was humming the tune softly. Looking back on it now, that night was one of the memories that you cherished most. It was the first night that you had ever killed someone. Sure, it got you into the predicament that you were in currently, but given everything that's happened up till now, you wouldn't change a thing.

The first night that you killed someone, you sat in the passenger seat of one of Jason's cars, cruising down the coast of California. A classic rock song was playing through the speakers and Jason was humming the tune softly. He pulled the car into a parking spot, and the two of you began to walk hand in hand over the soft sand of the beach. A prostitute took one look at Jason and practically attacked him like a cat in heat. 

"Hey Baby. When you get tired of this snoozer right here, you know where to find me." You felt anger overcome your entire body, still, Jason pulled you back to the car. When  you were both successfully in the vehicle, Jason pulled you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and you began to calm, albeit largely unwillingly. 

It wasn't until the two of you stayed well past sunset and into the early hours of the morning that you began to get confused. Jason peered out of the tinted windows in all directions before starting the car and beginning to drive down the walkway of the beach. You stopped by the hooker and Jason got out of the car, instructing you to be quiet. You were only slightly surprised when he led her into the back of the car before knocking her out rather efficiently. 

When you finally got the hooker back to some random motel that Jason had bought in disguise and with cash, the two of you carried the woman inside and handcuffed her to the radiator. "Jason, what the hell are we doing with her?" Jason turned at the sound of your voice and began to strut up to you. He placed a bruising kiss on your lips. In an earlier time, his demeanor would have frightened you, but for some odd reason, at this very moment in time, you weren't scared.

You zoned back into the present as the lady in front of you asked you a question. You were being interviewed by a woman who was making a documentary about the murders of Jason Todd. You were perhaps the closest to him, and the most important piece. "You mentioned earlier about not having Stockholm Syndrome... What would you say it is that happened between you and Jason?" You felt your anger bubbling again. What the fuck did she think it was? "It was love."