#⭒ : ⸺ 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 // desires

[kismetrose]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐏𝐂 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞: 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 (𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭! There are a number of reasons why these situations occur. If a player relishes an NPC’s presence, their GM might assume they want a romance with that character. A GM can take flirting as a sign that the player wants more in that vein. Sometimes a GM will amp up the romance to inject drama into the story. Other times, they decide that it makes sense for one or more NPCs to develop feelings for the player’s character. Much of the time their intentions aren’t bad, but if the player isn’t on board, they can quickly feel trapped.

If you’re in this situation, the fastest and best way to resolve it is to speak with your GM privately, ideally outside of game day. If a face-to-face discussion seems daunting, send a message or email. It can be helpful to assume your GM isn’t trying to annoy you but may have misread or misunderstood the situation. If they’ve given you reasons to believe they don’t care how you feel about the matter, you can still try to discuss it with them, but don’t be surprised if it doesn’t go well. Either way, the advice below can be helpful.

Start the discussion with what you enjoy about their campaign; saying “thanks for running” also helps set a good tone. From there, express how you feel and what you want as simply and directly as possible. First, specify whether or not you wish to interact with that NPC at all. If you don’t mind having the character around, explain what kind of relationship you want to have with them moving forward (friendship, mentor/student, etc.). If you 𝑑𝑜 mind their presence, let your GM know if you want them to be complete removed or just for their “screen time” to be reduced. If you only wish to deal with one NPC romantically and avoid a love triangle, make that clear.

Before you send your message or talk with your GM, sleep on it. When the time arrives, try to stay focused on the issue at hand, even if other problems exist; you can address other things later. Assure your GM that you’re willing to work with them to make the change happen smoothly and easily, and give them a few days to respond. If they don’t reply before the next session, you may have to broach the matter before the game starts.

Your GM might ask to adjust the relationship over a few sessions for the sake of plausibility. If you don’t mind waiting, great, but if you do, it’s okay to insist on an immediate change. Something can happen between sessions - such as a major disagreement - to explain the shift. If they refuse to alter the situation at all, or if they continue to take things in the same direction despite telling you they wouldn’t, you should probably walk away from the campaign. You deserve a GM who respects you and your desires, and you can find one who will value your comfort and fun.

[arkvoodlee]

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 , like the finest of wines forgoing of the insignificant sympathies . the aspirations of 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 were an allure he was far too weak to ignore , especially when handed upon a silver platter . the tingle in his fingertips felt too heavy to overlook , the strange feeling lingering as his facade stays strong and true . sincere intentions of the other were more complex than he was 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 ; were they an ally or a foe ? it was near impossible to tell ; stuck upon the carousel of fractured minds , he wanted to ride it a little longer .

secluded bemusement mixed with a subtle tang of doubt pursed his chapped lips . he hurriedly seeks refuge in the nearest sofa , falling back in to its soft embrace , the cushions hugging his unusual frame ( 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ) bringing a warm sense of comfort in the face of impudence . confidence confides in him after a brief 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 ; legs kicked out in front of him before crossing over one another . the smile stretched upon his face once more , igniting the desire festering within , this time , 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 .

❛ it sounds like these ... RATS need eradicating , 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩��𝐚𝐜𝐞 , or am i wrong ? ❜ beaming smile following his words ; maybe he was one of the few monkeys he could endorse . ❛ what were you considering ? ❜

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒  𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆  .   He  can  feel  it  .  Like  a  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄  has  wormed  its  way  into  his  brain  .  Straining  to  focus  outwardly  as  he  spoke  yet  trying  to  access  his  own  thoughts  .  He  couldn't  .  It  was  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  in  his  head  .  He  wasn't  letting  him  in  .  Lately  he  couldn't  keep  the  bastard  to  shut  up  ,  now  he  was  refusing  to  feedback  the  information  .  It  shook  Harvey  to  his  core  .  Now  wasn't  the  time  to  panic  ,  he  keeps  the  company  of  someone  who  has  vastly  become  one  he  trusts  to  do  the  work  ,  help  purge  this  city  .  The  stress  too  much  to  bare  alone  .  A  confident  .

𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐁𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍'  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐈  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄'𝐍'𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  !  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍  ,  𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐓  / @arkvoodlee !  The  inner  world  was  infiltrated  by  an  outsider  &&  Two-Face  intended   to  find  the  intruder  .

Harvey  outwardly  ,  struggling  to  find  his  words  seems  to  stop  up  .  Unbeknown  to  his  own  internal  conflict  .   ❝   As  I  was  -  Saying  .  We  need  to  deal  with  these  …  ‘  Children  of  Arkham  ’  as  quick  &&  efficiently  as  is  possible  in  this  dire  situation  .  ❞  Mask lays strewn about his desk , he only kept it on for public appearances . This was a private matter . Perhaps more personal than he could ever anticipate .

[mavsstar]

✧･ﾟ𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂︱ 𝟑.𝟑𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ︱𝟏𝟖+, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑

You were one of Steve’s victims. He carefully chose you and watched you for several weeks which is longer than his other victims. It was safe to say he liked you. 

He kept you. 

You intrigued him. You were so obedient to him. So eager to please him in any way he desired. He was molding you to his liking and you allowed him, letting him morph you into his perfect little doll. 

Never once did Steve hear a complaint from you. A serious one anyways. You didn’t care where he took you or which house you had to go live in, as long as he was yours. Every time you felt the bed dip next to you it felt like a breath of fresh air. 

Lately Steve would come home very late or not at all. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you but he doesn’t call nor give an indication he’s not coming. On the occasion Steve did come home on time he dismissed you and would head straight to bed with the excuse of having a long day. 

“Darling?” Steve called out for you. “Where are you?” 

“I’m in the living room!” You answered, turning off the t.v when you saw him walk in. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” He said as he walked towards you, crouching down to be at eye level with you. His hand went to your knees, massaging them gently, “Listen I need you to stay at the other house for a bit.” 

“How long?” 

“Just long enough until I finally catch her.” 

You were at the other house for an entire week. Alone. You tended to the other girls, helping them with whatever it was they needed while you pretended to be a victim as well. Steve didn’t even bother to contact you, not even to check up on the other girls. 

Deep in your gut you knew something was wrong. Something told you he was treating her differently and there’s something going that you don’t know about, that Steve doesn’t want you to know about. 

Thursday Night Steve sauntered in the door with a foolish grin on his face. You were chopping tomatoes when you heard him come in. Instead of running up to him with excitement in your eyes you stayed in the kitchen. You became aggressive with each slice, so aggressive there were dents in the cutting board. 

“Why haven’t you been answering? I’ve been calling you,” Steve claimed. “What are you doing?” 

“Feeding the girls,” You replied in a monotonous tone. “I need to make sure they’re healthy and getting the proper nutrients they need.” 

Steve stayed silent for a moment, nodding off. “I need you to lay low–you know the routine.” 

“Ok.” 

Friday night you stayed in the room practically on the other side of the house. Steve left a bottle of wine, a book and a bubble bath to keep you “distracted”. What he didn’t know is you placed cameras in every single room in the entire house. Even outside in the backyard. You kept yourself busy this way, watching everything that went on. 

You watched them tentatively with the glass of wine in your hand. Your brows were permanently furrowed and your lips were stuck in a frown. You felt the pressure in your molars build up to a painful intensity from the harsh grinding. You looked like you were ready to attack. You only relaxed when you saw the girl pass out and fall off the couch. Thank god. 

You still had to stay in the room the entire night for god knows what. You changed the view from camera 3 to camera 6. Steve was supposed to be gone and asleep with you but instead he was in the corner of the room on a chair, patiently waiting for her to wake up. 

Surprisingly it didn’t take her long to wake up. Only about an hour. When she did Steve talked to her delicately and even went as far as to comfort her. You barely even noticed her room looked different from the others. 

Your face dropped when you realized Steve was treating her differently. He was treating her like how he treated you. The glass shattered in your hands from the rage. Wine, glass and blood splattered everywhere on the bed and you slammed the computer shut. 

The next morning you begrudgingly left the room to eat breakfast with Steve. It was a much harder task than you expected. You were beyond hurt and he was oblivious to that fact. Though you didn’t let it blindside you. 

“You know that empty room where the girls are?” You started leaning your head on his shoulder. 

He leaned his head on yours, nuzzling it lovingly. “Yeah, what about it?”

“I was thinking maybe I should go in and pretend I’m one of them. I’m assuming you’ll be busy for a while and it’d be nice to talk to them.” You took a deep breath and played with the hem of his shirt. 

You could tell he thought about it, “I will be busy…. And her friend is starting to look for her. I don’t see why not.” 

It was almost too easy. 

You were right next to the girl, otherwise known as Noa. It was the same talking to these girls but you got to make up new stories each time, twisting the dark truth. You had started to drown out her voice when she said a certain sentence that made your ears perk up. 

“God I can’t believe I slept with him.” 

Your heart fell out of your body and into the depths of hell. “What? You had sex with him?” 

“Yes, haven’t you?” 

“No,” You lied. 

Tears pricked in your eyes and the lump in your throat felt like a sword cutting through you. Flashes of them in bed seeped into your mind, plaguing you. Steve had sex with Noa. She got to enjoy him. She got to feel him and touch his body. She gave him the pleasure only you were supposed to give him. 

You continued this facade for several days in a row. You completely disregarded Steve and you had no idea how much it affected him. He missed having you shower him in kisses when he walked past the front door. He missed the weight of your body when he slept. 

Steve saw you leaving your actual room with yarn and crochet needles in your hands. He softly grabbed your upper arm when you walked past him. 

“Hey you,” He chuckled. 

“Hey,” You said, avoiding his eyes. 

“I’ve missed you darling,” He squeezed your arm. “You know you don’t have to be in there all the time.”

“I know.” 

Steve’s eyebrows cinched together, “What’s the matter bug? Why have you been so distant?” 

“Surprised you even noticed,” You scoffed. “Considering how much time you’ve been with Noa.” 

“Oh so this is why you’re off,” He said in realization. “Darling listen you’re the only one I want, this one is a little bit more difficult.” 

You rolled your eyes,” Yeah sure she is, fuckin’ prick.” 

Steve was taken aback at your tone, you never talked to him like that or called him names. “What did you call me?” 

You looked straight into his eyes, repeating yourself. “A fucking prick.” 

You tried to leave but his grasp didn’t allow you. He pulled you closer to his body a bit too harshly for your liking. “I’m going to let that slide once. Next time I won’t, got it?” 

You nodded in response. Steve was satisfied with your answer, you could tell because the corner of his lips slightly went up. He closed his eyes and started to lean in, expecting a short sweet kiss. Instead of giving in you turned away. 

Steve’s tongue poked his cheek and disappointment went through him. He gripped your cheek with one hand and he brought his face down. “Bad girl.” He kissed your lips forcefully and let go with a loud ‘pop’ sound. “I get all the kisses I want. You know better than that.” 

At least he still cares, you thought. Otherwise he would’ve let you go scotch free. 

“Don’t go back in there,” He warned. “Or at least not yet.” 

“Why?” You curiously asked. 

“I want to spend time with you,” He responded. “I want to spend time with my wife.” 

Wife. The word always got you going. You looked down at your ring and smiled. You were his wife. The girl he chose to spend the rest of his life with. 

You let him guide you to the couch. Steve sat down and playfully yanked you on top of him. His arms snaked around your middle and he sloppily kissed your neck. The giggles that erupted from you made him smile against your neck. 

He really did miss his wife. 

“Stop that tickles,” You laughed, pushing him away. “Steve!” 

His head left the crook of your neck and settled on top of your shoulder. “Ok, ok, I’ll stop but I’m not letting you go.” 

You leaned back into him as you started to crochet while he turned on the T.V and mindlessly watched it but at one point he got bored. Naturally Steve started with massaging your inner thighs, that always got you worked up. 

Steve’s hands ventured upwards and your legs spread open like second nature. His hand went under the waist band of your panites and he cupped your dripping cunt. Your legs locked around his hand and the yarn almost fumbled out of yours hands. 

“Don’t mind me, keep going.” 

You listened to him and kept going. He made things more difficult when he started to play with your clit very slowly. Every so often you would stop and try to remember what was next. But it was so damn hard when he touched you like this. 

“My dumb baby,” He mockingly cooed. “Can’t even focus when Daddy’s playing with you huh?” 

“No,” You whined as your head fell back. “I can’t help it, it feels s’good.” 

“I know baby, I know.” 

You moaned when he slightly applied more pressure. His hand snuck up to your throat and he squeezed the sides. Pleasure shot through your lower body all the way to your legs with each circle. 

“F-faster please Daddy,” You breathily said. 

“Why should I?” He teased, still keeping the same pace. “Give me one good reason why and then I’ll think about it.” 

“Because I want to cum Daddy,” You answered as you grinded against his hand. “I need it so bad, please.” 

“Yeah? What does that say about you?” 

“That I’m a needy slut.” 

Steve smirked, “Exactly baby, you're just a needy slut.”  

When Steve’s fingers sped up you let out a relieved sigh, “Thank you Daddy.” 

You lost yourself in the pleasure. It had been too long since you last been touched and you would do anything to cum. You gripped Steve’s thighs hard as your orgasm approached. Tears welled up in your eyes from the overbearing euphoria. 

“M’gonna cum,” You wanted him. “Please don’t stop.” Your body shook against his hold as your pussy spasmed around nothing. The tears that had built up had flowed down as you sobbed in ecstasy. 

Steve pulled his hand out and popped his fingers into his mouth. “Almost forgot how sweet you taste.” 

Steve grabbed the yard and threw it across the couch. “Wow I didn’t know yarn could be so heavy.” 

You spun around in his lap, leaning in to capture his lips. “You’d be surprised.” 

Your hands went to the hem of Steve’s shirt, tagging on it to signal you wanted it off. Steve took the hint and peeled his shirt off while you unbuttoned his jeans, lowering them down along with his boxers down to his thick thighs. 

“So eager today aren’t you?” Steve grunted out when you started to pump his cock. 

You stopped and grabbed his cock, aligning him at your entrance “You love it though don’t you?” Steve wasn’t able to respond because you sank down on him slowly until he was all the way in. You kissed him to swallow both of your moans. 

“Jesus you’re so big,” You mewled when you started to bounce. “Fuck.” 

“I missed your pretty pussy,” He moaned. “I haven’t been taking good care of her.” Steve could feel your wetness seeping out of your cunt and down to his balls. He started thrusted upward, making your toes curl.

“I can feel you right here,” You whispered as you grabbed Steve’s hand and placed it on top of your lower stomach. 

Steve lifted your shirt up and saw the outline of his cock bulging out. “Fuck baby, right here?” He pushed down on it softly. 

“Yeah,” You murmured. “You make me feel so good. I love your cock Daddy.” 

Your walls clamped around his cock continuously that he could barely move. Steve knew he wouldn’t last long but he needed you to cum with him. He spread your ass cheeks apart while also using it as leverage to lift you up. 

Steve set an inhuman pace, the only sounds coming from the living room were moans and his balls slapping against your skin. “Baby I’m not gonna last long, I need you to cum.” 

“I’m not gonna last long either,” You hazily muttered out. 

Steve had lost himself in you and let out little whimpers. “Please baby,” He screwed his eyes shut. “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”

“I’m cumming!” You squealed against him as your walls spasmed around him. Mere milliseconds later and you felt Steve’s cum shooting into your abused cunt. His pace significantly slowed but his balls felt so full he continued to pump into you. 

Steve stopped his actions and leaned his forehead against yours. Though he’ll never admit it this was his favorite part of sex, the closeness he felt towards you after he finished. As much as he wanted to stay with you the entire night he did have to go back to work. 

“He still loves me!” You beamed as you picked up your yarn. 

You marched towards Noa’s door, determination and love coursing through your veins. You forced a kicked puppy dog face before entering the room. 

“Y/N?” She questioned as she looked up. “Why are you here?” 

“Steve sent me here, he said to go to you to see what he does to bad girls.” You answered, settling down next to her. “What did he mean by that?”

“He’s going to start cutting you apart,” She replied sullenly.  

You pretended to be in shock, horrified by what's never going to come. “Why would he do that?” 

“Because he’s fucking crazy.” She spit out. “Y/N we have to kill him before he kills us.” 

This time you were actually in shock. You whipped your head up and looked at her like she was crazy. “H-How?” 

“He likes you right? He’s always taking you out of the room and doesn’t chain you up.” She started to ramble. “You have to do it Y/N, you’re our only hope.” 

“No,” You calmly responded. “I won’t do it.” 

“Why not?!” 

“What kind of wife would I be if I did that?” 

Noa’s eyes widened in surprise, “Wife? You’re married to him?” 

You didn’t respond and slowly pulled out a knife that was wrapped around your yarn. “Of course I am. Why else would he let me roam around the house?” 

“What are you doing?” She worriedly asked when she saw the sharp knife. 

“Don’t worry I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to cut the restraints and let you go but before you leave I made some dinner for you.” You responded, cutting the restraints. “You deserve to be free.” 

“But what about the other girls?” 

“They’re already gone, I set them free just a couple hours ago.” 

You could tell she barely trusted you. Yet she stood up and followed you out of the room. When she arrived in the kitchen there was no food, her heart quickened as her fight or flight responses kicked in. 

“The food is in the fridge, relax,” You advised her. “There’s some water if you want some.” While you looked in the fridge you heard a loud thud. Bye bye. 

Just as you expected she had drunk the water and the drug knocked her out. Good thing for you she was easy to drag around the house. You got her all the way to the room where Steve does most of the cutting, it reeked of rotten flesh. You gagged and almost dashed out of there but Noa was still alive. 

“How should I do this?” You thought aloud. You wanted it to be quick, easy and mess free. 

You finally chose your method and got it over with. After you were sure she was dead you started to cut her piece by piece to send her off. It was tedious and boring. Not to mention the clients wanted very specific parts. You boxed every part except for one. 

You used it to cook a very special dinner just for Steve. You cooked with all your love for him and hatred for her. At the end you were proud of what you had made considering you had no clue where to start. 

“Darling I’m home!” Steve called out.

You had just finished setting the table when he entered, “You came just in time, dinner’s ready.” 

“Smells really good, new recipe?” Steve hummed in satisfaction from the smell. 

“Yeah and I decided to use my own twist, tell me what you think.” You sat down as you watched your husband devour your meal, muttering compliments with a full mouth. 

“What is this anyways? The meat is really tender, I can never get it like this.” 

“It doesn’t taste familiar?” You asked, “you’ve had this before.” 

“I seriously have no idea, I thought this was a new recipe.” 

“And it is,” You stated. 

“So then what is it?” 

Noa’s heart,” You answered with a sweet smile. 

Steve dropped his fork, “Excuse me?” 

“You’re eating Noa’s heart,” You repeated, more sternly this time. “I killed her and cut her piece by piece. Now you’re eating her.” 

Steve’s jaw clenched and his eyes hardened, “Why the hell would you do that?” 

“Are you mad?” You were calm and collected unlike Steve who was about to blow up any minute. 

“Yes I’m mad! What kind of question is that?!” 

“You thought she was different, Steve and that she was like you. But you are so wrong. She was clever enough to make it seem she was like you-” 

Steve began to cut you off, “You had-” 

“Don't cut me off!” You yelled and startled him. “Steve, she was never going to accept you for who you are. Noa wasn’t going to love you like I do. Do you think she really was going to give you everything? Give you the life you want?” 

Steve stayed silent, allowing you to continue. 

“Honey, you married me for a reason, remember? I am the girl for you.” Your hand made its way to his thigh, squeezing it. “You’re not going to push me to the side like a piece of cake. I let you eat off of me, who can say that? If you think you’re going to be happy with some normal girl there’s no way honey.” 

“I didn’t think of it that way,” He finally said. “I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away.” 

Though you were smiling it didn’t reach your eyes, “I’ll let it slide this time. If I find out you had sex with another girl I will completely lose it. You don’t want me leaving you don’t you.” 

“No of course not, why would you even say that?” Steve said frantically. 

“Good so we’re on the same page then.” You softly pecked Steve’s lips, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

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━━━━ 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 . name / alias : gray pronouns : she/they age : 28 timezone : pst discord : [redacted] triggers : [redacted] ━━━━ 𝐢𝐧 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 . character : Jason Todd alias(es) : Robin (II), Red Hood (II) gender : nonbinary, masc leaning pronouns : he/they age : 28 face - claim : Vini Uehara desired skeleton : Death ships : Jason/Chemistry notps : JayTim main canon source(s) : Batman: Under the Red Hood (Comics & Animated Movie), Red Hood: The Lost Days (Comic) ━━━━ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 .

content warnings: drug use, alcoholism, addiction, overdose, death, major injury, trauma

Gotham isn’t kind. Anyone who spends more than a day on the city’s streets can tell you that much, assuming they live to talk about it. Jason learns the rules of the back alleys and gutters quickly. There’s not much of a choice. His father is hardly around, and when he bothers coming by the shit hole apartment, he reeks like the bars he’s been kicked out of. Willis Todd isn’t a good man, but Jason knows he could be worse. Even so, when Willis stops coming by, Jason doesn’t look for him, doesn’t think about him nearly enough to miss him. 

His mother… she tries. Jason knows that. Katherine Todd loves him. For a few years, that’s enough. But Gotham takes its toll. Jason’s seven when she starts using again. He skips school now and then, when he knows she’s having her bad days, when her stash is starting to run low. The needles make his skin crawl. Even the sight of them makes him flinch. But he still does what he can to help. They take care of each other. And it’s not all bad. There are weeks, months even, when Katherine is doing better. She swears she’s going to quit a dozen times. Sometimes, Jason almost believes her. 

Jason is ten when he comes home and finds his mother on the floor. Katherine Todd never wakes up. So Jason gathers up his things and takes to the streets.

For two years, he’s alone. Jason never stays in one place for long. Not like the cops will give him a break for being a kid. Stealing keeps him alive and his quick feet keep him out of trouble. At lease, until one fateful night when he spots the most interesting car parked in Crime Alley. Stealing the wheels off the batmobile is stupid, Jason knows that even as he’s on his way back for the radio. And he’s still a little surprised when the Bat himself is there (but not too surprised to not hit him with a tire iron). 

That should be the end of it, but Batman keeps showing up. Jason helps him a couple times and then he’s getting an invite to the cave. But it’s more than that. When Batman offers him a mask, offers him Robin, Jason doesn’t hesitate. 

The next three years are the best of Jason’s life. Living with Bruce isn’t always perfect, but it’s home. Robin is a rush and Jason never gets tired of it. Helping people feels good, better than anything else ever has. But… it isn’t always enough. Gotham takes and it takes. Jason does everything he can, but still finds himself itching. Just locking up some of these scumbags won’t change things. Arkham is a joke and the cops aren’t any better. His arguments fall on Batman’s deaf ears. 

Frustrations rise until Jason goes too far. He gets benched and knows he deserves it, even if he’s too pissed to admit it. It’s that night, when he’s digging through Bruce’s files that he finds something. Katherine was his mother… in every way but blood. There’s someone out there, someone else who might want him. Jason means to run off to search. He doesn’t get first. But Bruce doesn’t stop him, in fact, he comes along for the ride. 

Months of searching take them to Sheila Haywood. She seems too good to be true, but Jason’s too desperate to care. This is his mother, how could he do anything but trust her? His trust leads him right into the Joker’s hands. Jason’s beaten, barely conscious as the bomb ticks down. 

His last thought is certain: Bruce is coming, Bruce will save him. He’s wrong. 

The next part is fuzzy, bits and pieces of a broken mind. This is what Jason knows for sure. He wakes up in his grave and no one hears him scream. Desperation gives him strength to claw his way out, though he leaves his senses back in the dirt. Jason’s never sure just how long he wanders Gotham, filthy and barely conscious, still more dead than alive. 

Talia Al Ghul finds him. Talia Al Ghul brings him back to life. And later, Talia Al Ghul will make him wish he had stayed dead in the ground. 

Jason wakes up rabid in the Lazarus Pit. When he comes to his senses, he runs straight back to Gotham, only to find his murderer still walking the streets, like his death didn’t mean a damn thing. It’s then that Talia catches up with him and gives him another wake up call. Batman has a new bird. The pictures of the new Robin, of his replacement, stare him right in the face. 

And Jason breaks. 

When Talia offers him training, he doesn’t hesitate. For years, he trains with the worst kind of scum. Jason studies with poisoners, torturers, and assassins. He learns everything they have to teach, and then he puts them down. They’re scum. The quick death he offers is better than they deserve. And through it all, Jason plans his return. 

The Red Hood mantle is meant to send a message, borrowed from the monster who put him in the dirt. Jason finds it fits him. His return is as grand as he means it to be. It just takes one show of force (and a duffle bag full of heads) and he has half the crime lords of Gotham under his thumb. 

But of course, Batman doesn’t play along. 

From there, things get… complicated. Jason does a few stints in Arkham, but he never stays locked up for long. When he’s out, he drops body after body, until he starts to slow. He still believes in what he’s doing. There are some scumbags who deserve to be put down, but… he gets better at letting some walk away. Bruce is still a piece of shit, and Jason beats his replacement bloody every chance he gets, but eventually the anger starts to fade. 

Some of the other Bats aren’t so bad. So Jason starts to hang around. Batman has his rules. It takes a while, years, but eventually, they don’t itch so much. The pain is still there, carved into Jason’s skin, but it gets easier to live with. Things aren’t always smooth, it would be weirder if they were. He settles into a rhythm. 

And then everything goes to shit. 

Jason is twenty-five when he says goodbye to Bruce for the last time. The dome goes up and rips the rest of the world away and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. For a while, he rages. The anger doesn’t get him anywhere. It rarely does. 

Now, it’s been three years and Gotham is still Gotham. It takes and it takes, and Jason is just about out of things to give.

━━━━ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

Jason has untreated and undiagnosed PTSD. It’s gotten easier for him to manage the farther he gets from his death and resurrection, but he still suffers from occasional panic attacks and nightmares.

Pride and Prejudice is his favorite book. Jason’s read it more times than he can count and can recite parts of it from memory. He’s a pretty avid reader and has too many opinions about classic literature.

After one ill advised night of drinking, Jason woke up with a Bat symbol tramp stamp. He’s never bothered getting it removed.

Jason is still legally dead. Despite many offers, he’s never bothered trying to get himself officially resurrected in the eyes of the law. This makes living a normal life a little difficult, but that rarely slows him down. 

━━━━ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 .

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