TW: Yandere Behaviors, Established Relationship
Yan! Jason Todd x Reader
You only meant to be gone five minutes. Ten if you count the walk there and back.
The corner store was quiet for once, fluorescent lights humming, a half-asleep cashier tapping on their phone behind the counter. You didn’t even grab your keys, just slipped your phone into the pocket of Jason’s jacket and stepped into the night. The air outside was cool and damp, asphalt still holding onto the heat from the day. You had a craving for something sweet. Something simple and soft on the tongue.
You didn’t think he’d notice or care.
But the apartment is too quiet when you come back. And eerie feeling licking up your spine as your hand wraps around the doorknob, still slightly warm from earlier. You turn it slowly, the plastic bag rustling at your wrist. Candy bar. A cool drink to beat the summer heat. The door creaks open.
And there he is. Jason stands in the hallway like a shadow carved from flesh, broad shoulders rigid beneath the thin stretch of a gray t-shirt, sweatpants slung low on his hips. Bare feet against the cold tile, nails still painted from so bet he lost. The low kitchen light behind him casts his face in partial glow, the soft amber catching on the line of his jaw, the narrow flare of his nose, the mess of dark hair falling into those eyes - eyes that look right through you.
His voice is low, quiet. But there’s something under it. Something coiled. His arms are crossed, muscle straining beneath inked skin, and his jaw twitches, just once, before going still again.
You blink, raising the bag like it's proof of your innocence. “Just went to the store,” you say, too soft, words nearly dying on your tongue. “I wanted - ”
“Something sweet,” he finishes for you. His voice is flat, but not cold. Never cold. He walks toward you, slow, measured steps on the cool tile. You can almost hear the tap of each heel. “And you didn’t wake me.”
You step back instinctively. Only a little. But it’s enough.
Enough for his gaze to darken. Enough for him to press forward until your back hits the wall, the air between you gone thin. The scent of him sinks into your lungs, as scent you’ve smelled it a thousand times before. Tonight it feels heavier.
“I didn’t think you’d mind,” you whisper, breath caught.
Jason exhales through his nose, slow and steady. “You left,” he says, quietly, stern for once, “I woke up, and you weren’t there.”
He leans in. Invading your space. His hand slides up, palm warm as it cradles your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. His lips find yours before you can speak again, and it’s not soft this time, it’s claiming. Desperate without being rushed, kissing you back into place, like you’ve made some mistake that he needs to fix.
You taste the sleep on him. Salt. The ghost of tension he’s not saying out loud. His body crowds yours against the wall, one arm braced beside your head while the other curls around your waist, dragging you in like he can fold you back into him.
He pulls back only slightly, resting his forehead against yours. His voice is a murmur now, thick and low, curling like smoke. “You don’t leave me like that,” he whispers. “Not even for five minutes.”
His thumb strokes your cheek, slow. Loving. Possessive.
You nod, because what else can you do?
Jst like that, he presses a kiss to your temple, featherlight and familiar. His usual type of kiss. Soft and adoring. Though he's acting like he hasn’t cornered you. As if he hadn't just burned the shape of his mouth into yours. He plucks the plastic bag from your hand, gaze never leaving your face.
“C’mon, baby,” he says softly. “Let’s go back to bed.”
An arm wraps around your waist again. His touch is gentle now, but you can feel the strength in it. The insistence. You walk with him. What other choice do you have? The door clicks shut behind you.
And the candy bar and cool drink stays unopened on the counter ‘til morning.
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