Batboys Preferences and Imagines

Jason Todd x Reader (3/7)

ONCE AGAIN, THIS IS THE THIRD PART TO SERIAL KILLER. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS, YOU SHOULD DO THAT. IT ISN'T REQUIRED BY ANY MEANS BUT HIGHLY RECCOMMENDED.

VIDEO GAMES

A/N - THIS PART TAKES PLACE INSIDE OF JASON'S HEAD SO THERE WILL BE LITTLE TO NO DIALOGUE. THE MAIN IDEA OF THIS PART IS RECOUNTING JASON'S MEMORIES OF THE READER

f/c - favorite color

ALSO, IN THIS RENDITION, JASON IS STILL JASON TODD BUT YOU MUST REMEMBER THAT HE IS ALSO A PSYCHOPATHIC KILLER. AND LIKE MANY SERIAL KILLERS, HE IS A BIT SICK IN THE HEAD AND IS VERY CONFUSED BECAUSE TO HIM, THIS BEHAVIOUR IS NORMAL.

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Swinging in the backyard, pull up in your fast car, whistling my name

Jason sits in front of the flat screen tv of his best friend. Roy and Nora are out for the night, which leaves Jason home alone. He almost wishes that he could go out and have fun. Party, drink, go numb. But the only person that he wanted to do that with, was you. And you were busy getting the pants charmed off of you by Tim. Eventually, if everything went to plan, then Tim would lead you back to his apartment where Jason would be waiting. Jason would explain everything and you would be back in his arms in no time. He still remembers how it feels to have you in his embrace...

Open up a beer and you take it over here and play a video game

Pulling up to the address you provided him with, Jason swung his corvette into your driveway. Jason positively hated getting things from his father. But you were throwing your little cousin's birthday party at your house and Jason promised you he would bring the ice, which he couldn't exactly do on his sports bike. So taking one of Bruce's overpriced cars became the ideal option. Besides, when people saw a car that pretty, traffic moved without Jason having to fire his gun into the air.

I'm in his favorite sundress, watching me get undressed, take your body downtown

The moment the door to your parents house swung open, Jason's breath was caught in his throat, and would not dislodge for the remainder of the party. You were wearing a (f/c) sundress that reached just above your knees with an open back, and a pair of white sandals. Your hair was done up in a way that Jason had never seen on you before and the sight of you made Jason feel as though he was on the tallest roller coaster in the world, plummeting straight into hell.

I say you're the bestest, swing in for a big kiss, put his favorite perfume on. Go play a video game

You began to make your way towards him and Jason knew you were talking. He could see your mouth moving in a greeting, and sighted a familiar glint in your eye. Still, Jason heard nothing, too focused on your dress-clad figure. He smiled as convincingly as he could as you pulled him into a hug. Ignoring the temptation to run his hands all over your body, Jason rested his hand on your mid-back. Sparks and shivers traveled all over his body from the skin to skin contact. He took a large inhale and noted you were wearing the perfume he got you for your birthday one year.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything I do, I tell you all the time

Why were you running from him? You showed all of the signs. Surely you loved him like he loved you. You had to. Jason might just die if you didn't. No... you loved him. You were just playing hard to get. You knew how much Jason loved a chase. That was it. That had to be it. Anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask. Jason's entire being lived to serve you. Every breath, every step, every word he spoke, all of it was for you.