Godly Love
…Jason Todd worships you
TW: mentions of blood!!
{My first ever Jason Todd drabble + my first time writing any kind of fanfic. i hope you enjoy!!}
The sound of the last of the thugs hitting the floor bounces off the walls of the warehouse. Thick red liquid pools around his head, and Jason drops the crowbar he’s holding with an equally loud clang.
He finally did it.
He killed the last man involved in his murder.
Yet he feels no different inside. In fact, the screaming voices he’s been tormented with since his rebirth at the Lazarus Pit have only gotten louder.
He grimaces and clutches the sides of his head as a swirling symphony of dark thoughts berate him. Cool pain shoots against his skull as he repeatedly bashes the side of his head until they stop.
Dazedly, he stares at the countless dead bodies in front of him.
Jason’s shoulders are slumped. He’s beyond defeated. After grisly hours of fighting, blood, dirt, and flesh stain his entire body — including his conscience. The echoes of voices pleading for reprieve won’t leave his head, so he runs.
He runs all the way to your shitty little apartment on the coast of Gotham.
Jason’s eyes catch on the sight of you through your window, bathed in warmth from your reading light as you lay curled on your couch. Jason knows he’s tainting your life.
He’s too selfish to care.
You jump as your window slides open and a familiar dark figure hauls himself through it.
Jason can’t stop himself from groveling. He’s sick, and you’re the cure. He offers all of himself to you, his undying devotion for your attention.
His dirty boots leave marks on your carpet as he clambers to you. Halfway to the couch, he drops to his knees and crawls, legs giving out after too much fighting and the mental burden too much death brings.
The world feels like it’s in slow motion as shallow breaths leave your lungs and the large man clumsily makes his way to you.
You sit there in shock, your body unable to move as he reaches out to you. Trying not to squirm as bloodied hands slide up your thighs, painting two trails of red and staining skin red with sin, you attempt to meet Jason’s gaze.
Your breath catches as sickness rises in your stomach.
He’s too out of it to even realize he’s getting you dirty.
Contact to your skin awakens something in him, and all of a sudden his body is softly shaken with silent sobs. Soft words of prayer leave Jason’s lips as if you’re a deity with the ability to deliver repentance from his transgressions.
You’re stiff as your body shudders before your hands find his hair, unsure and shaking slightly. The thick strands wrapped around your fingers ground you as you tug them to bend his head back, exposing his red-rimmed eyes and bruised face. He’s at your mercy.
The tears keep running, mixing with blood and snot, making him look pathetic.
His eyes are haunted with something you’ll never understand as a civilian. His voice is devastatingly broken when he finally speaks.
“I couldn’t stop, I—”
He breaks off into more pitiful sobs before he can finish his sentence.
Your skin burns where he clutches onto you. The hands in his hair drag down to cup his face as you try to wipe away his tears — a futile attempt, as they just continue to pour.
Like a god forgiving their follower, you whisper:
“I know.”
He leans into your hands, pressing deeper into you. He’s consumed completely by you as he wraps around you entirely, as if attempting to purify himself with your innocence.
The look on his face makes him seem smaller than he is.
Like a child.
The voices haunting his mind don’t stop — they never do — and he buries his face into the plush of your thighs.
Blood drips off of him onto the clean carpet, something that can be cleaned unlike Jason’s hands.
His mind is stuck on the impurity he holds forever, all because of the Joker, and a mix of anger and sorrow bubbles within him. And still you don’t push him away. All-good. All-powerful. All-knowing.
{A/N: thank u for reading i hope u liked it!!}
