jason todd who comes back from the lazarus pit ‘all wrong’. a bit twisted…a bit more obsessive.
tw: stalking, 'coming back wrong' as a trope, obsessive/yandere jason todd, slight sadistic behavior, jealousy, toxicity, corruption kink, voyeurism, hints at somnophilia, nsfw (18+) content, dubcon content. read at your own risk.
MDNI. 18+ only or I will kick your shins in.
He keeps stalking you ‘accidentally’ while patrolling as Red Hood - in his previous life, he had been obsessed with you, his first friend and first love. He just wants to make sure that you’re doing okay.
You seem okay, for the most part. College and work occupy most of the time, and Jason seethes as you smile amongst the students that surround you and how your laugh sounds as pretty as windchimes when your friends distract you during a boring lecture. And how determined you are as you navigate the toils of being an intern at an esteemed company for extra credits and pay.
So this is it, huh? This is all he was to you, now that he's gone. Just a forgotten memory, while you move on with your life and do whatever the fuck you want.
Anger runs like hot lava in his veins as Jason feels jealous of how easy you have it. How he wishes you could feel what he feels, how you could've gone through what he had gone through because of Joker, because of Batman...
Maybe if you were just as damaged as him, he would not resist the selfish urge to take you all for himself...
But once you’re back in the safe confines of your shitty one-bedroom apartment, you grieve every loss you have encountered - starting with his. Crying yourself senselessly to sleep every night as you pray to god to ease your pain…praying for him to have mercy and let you have Jason back in your life.
He hadn’t anticipated that his death affected you all that much, except he was wrong. He felt guilt for underestimating how much he really meant to you - and a sense of relief over the prospect that he mattered enough for someone to mourn him.
He wishes he could hold you in his arms while you cry, leaving soft kisses on your forehead and playing with your soft hair as he murmurs soft affirmations that he’s here now. he’ll never leave you now.
But he now makes the streets of Gotham bleed red, and he has twice as many enemies now - all looking for Red Hood’s Achilles’ heel, the very thing that would make him kneel over and surrender.
Everything he has ever desired has been lost. And he’d be damned to lose you too.
So he contents himself with walking you to and fro from work, maybe occasionally accompanying you to the bar your friends hang out at - silently seething at the irrelevant men who try to make a pass at you. You bask in the glow of the yellow bar lights, shying away from any attempts at courting as you nurse your drink. Jason coos at the lovely sight, almost wishing he could praise you for being such a pretty girl, so good for him. Only for him.
With the buzz of alcohol keeping you warm against the cold night, you stumble your way back home and Jason follows you. You are quick to get out of the black mini dress that hugs your curves. Jason can feel his face flush; it feels wrong to spy on you in such inebriated state - when you have no idea who is looking in as you undress yourself and climb into your bed in nothing but the red pair of panties that make your ass look amazing.
But Jason had died, and so has his morals all those years ago. He has killed, maimed and lied to keep the streets of Gotham clean. He has very few qualms about stalking you or spying on you as long as it keeps you - poor, naive you safe from the cruelty of Gotham. The fact that you have decided to give him a show tonight is reward for his unending protection, he thinks.
Just this once, he will let himself have it.
You are quick to rub yourself through the soaked fabric and Jason groans at the wet spot that he can barely see through the moonlit window. Slowly, you slide your panties to the side and your fingers make quick work of your throbbing clit - and Jason is helpless enough to rub his half-hard dick through the fabric of his tactical pants, tempted to join you as he imagines how you'd touch him if he were there.
You are so hasty, and he mentally chastises you for rushing so fast. If he was in the room and not outside on your balcony, Jason would take his sweet time with you. He would kiss up your thighs and slowly part your legs to make space for him. He would gently kiss you between your legs as his fingers curl inside you to find that one spot that makes you cry and pull on his hair harshly - and he would keep at it until your back arches and you finally slump down on the bed - all putty and warmth under him.
And then he hears you moan his name out. Oh, you nasty girl...
You always knew how to drive him crazy.
As you rush through your quick release, and slump into your bed in slumber. Jason makes quick work of the latch and climbs into your room, careful not to make a noise. He looks at you with brimming eyes, as he softly pulls some wild strands away from your face. You look angelic, so peaceful as you sleep under the sublime light of the full moon tonight.
Jason barely resists the urge to reward you for being so good for him - thinking about how you'd react if you woke up to him eating you out, or maybe you'd wake up to the stretch of his cock opening you up slowly as he thrusts into you and finally attains the release he has denied himself earlier. Maybe you'd wake up and fight him off, despite your smaller frame...or maybe you'd moan for him, sing like the pretty bird you are and egg him on to claim you all for himself. Forever.
And then his pager beeps.
He curses under his breath, making sure that the noise did not wake you up from your drunk stupor. He kisses you goodbye as he whispers to you, 'Until next time, princess'.
And if you were awake right now, you'd have believed him.
And then he silently leaves your apartment, swearing that he'd make good on his promise some other day.
krueger is getting increasingly interested in bothering you.
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cw: fem!reader. stalking. it will eventually get worse!
note: this has turned into some sort of slow burn between you and nikto that really focuses on krueger and how he's a thorn in your side. also reader is working some admin job idk how pmcs work. and for the sake of plot, krueger is in kortac <3
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Krueger liked Nikto — as much as one could, anyway.
He wasn't the best conversationalist around, but they got on well enough and they trusted each other out on the field, which was important when your life depended on it. But Nikto wasn't friendly, and he didn't care to make others comfortable. He was who he was, and that was off-putting to most.
Somehow, that cold exterior didn't stop you from fluttering around the two of them, vying for even a crumb of Nikto's attention. You obviously didn't mind his lack of input in conversations since you talked enough for the both of you and then some.
What drew you to Nikto of all people, Krueger couldn't quite figure out.
Loneliness could not be the cause; you were constantly surrounded by chatter, often attracting the more extroverted mercs. Horangi was the first person that came to mind, the two of you almost always together. Anyone would probably say that they'd hear you both before they saw you, laughing or bickering about something.
Yet, like a moth to a flame, you sought out the one man who could snap your neck at any given moment.
Could, Krueger lingered on the word. Would he, though? Nikto continued to tolerate your antics, seeing as he hadn't yet told you off like he would some of the others on base.
Watching from the doorway, your back was to him as you went on about something he couldn't hear from his position. Beside you, Nikto sat, body rigid but angled slightly toward you in a subtle show of attention. A stark contrast from your boisterous movements. When you spoke, you did so with your entire body: hands constantly moving, head nodding, torso leaning back or forward depending on what you were trying to convey. You had a bit of a habit of shaking your left leg, too.
You were ridiculous in every way. And yet, you were a type of fun that he wasn't able to get from those he fought alongside, nor from the willing women he met during nights out in shady bars in cities he didn't care to remember.
Scanning the room, he noted how everyone kept their distance from the two of you. No doubt because of Nikto.
When it looked like you were finally finished with your latest spiel, Krueger strolled over and dropped a heavy hand on your shoulder. "I see I wasn't invited. I will try not to take it personally."
Startled, you looked up at him, your good mood evaporating the moment you registered who stood there. Ever the expressive one, your brows furrowed and the corner of your lips twitched down ever so slightly. But as soon as it appeared, you schooled your face back into a lighter expression and gave him an unenthusiastic greeting.
Krueger swung a leg over the bench and sat beside you. He gave Nikto a brief glance before slightly leaning into your space. "You did not come to join us yesterday. Breaking promises now, friend?"
There had been no real expectation that you would choose to hang around him after he so graciously brought up an uncomfortable memory. But as he predicted, you hadn't been able to stay away for long and sought Nikto out when Krueger wasn't around.
Though he was teasing, you clearly weren't in the mood.
"I didn't promise anything," you said as you tilted away, and into Nikto instead.
Barely concealed irritation simmered in your voice, but you kept it restrained. "Believe it or not, I have things to get done around here. Paperwork doesn't just magically disappear, y'know. Oh! That reminds me—" You turned to Nikto, giving Krueger your back. Iced out again. "There's some paperwork for you to sign off on at the main admin building. Dunno what it's for."
Nikto let out a small grunt of displeasure, "Fine."
"Well, if you stop by after lunch, I'll be there! Have some reports that I need to type up before tomorrow…" you trailed off, then picked back up with some more energy, "I'll have Lee bring whatever it is you need to sign to my office so it'll be ready for you!"
You nodded to yourself, clearly satisfied with your plan and though he couldn't see your face, Krueger was sure you wore a self-assured smile.
"Nothing for me?" he asked, holding back a teasing tone.
You stiffened before tossing a glance over your shoulder, as though you'd forgotten he was sitting there. "Not that I know of…"
"But you know of his paperwork? Why is that?"
That got your attention. You turned fully toward him, something sharp flickered across you face. Agitation, hopefully.
"I was just told on my way out earlier," you huffed. "I don't know why."
Krueger could imagine the why: your fondness for the man must have been made apparent to your even coworkers. He pictured you gushing about Nikto to others, not realizing how love-struck you came off as; he would've liked to hear first hand what sort of things you must have said. You really were like a silly schoolgirl with a crush on a big, bad man.
Reaching around to gently pat your back, his eyes lifted over your head and into the piercing blue ones now boring into his skull, "Ah, how lucky are you. I wish I had a pretty girl on base to keep track of my duties."
You recoiled from his touch immediately, standing up from the bench. Your face twisted up as though you'd eaten something sour. "I'm not keeping track of anyone else's stuff."
He smirked, "Of course not."
Leaning into your space once more, Krueger watched you open your mouth to retort before deciding against it. Your nostrils flared, eyes shifting away and into the distance before you looked to Nikto.
"I've gotta get back to work. I'll see you later, yeah?"
Nikto nodded while Krueger called after you with a lighthearted command to see if he's got anything to sign for, too — which you pointedly ignored as you hurried off.
Once you were gone, Krueger turned to face Nikto, placing a wide hand over the now empty spot between them, still warm from you. He let out a breathy chuckle, thinking about how irked you'd been when he interrupted. It seemed not even your adoration for Nikto could keep you around him for long.
"You are a bother."
"Oh?" Krueger raised a brow, feigning innocence. "Do you think so?"
Nikto cast him a knowing look, immediately catching on. They both knew it was you who thought the Austrian was an annoyance.
"She might hit you." The corners of Nikto's eyes crinkled slightly, amused by the thought.
Krueger laughed, the image delighting him: your soft, untrained hands connecting with his face out of anger. Maybe your nails would nick his cheeks, or you'd catch the bridge of his nose in just the right spot, making him bleed. Would you feel satisfied?
You'd likely never do such a thing, though, seemingly determined on being on your best behavior in front of Nikto.
"I have my doubts about that."
Nikto grunted in agreement, and they sat in silence for a while, watching the others in the room. Eventually, Krueger decided to push — just to see what would happen.
"Maybe I will tag along when you go look at that paperwork. I didn't get time to talk with our friend." He kept his face forward while talking, pretending he was still interested in people-watching, but he felt Nikto's gaze dart back to him.
"Just as I said, a bother," Nikto replied, tone harsher now. This time, it wasn't your opinion that he was voicing aloud, but his own. He stood up without another word, leaving Krueger alone on the bench, biting his lip to keep from smiling.
As expected, Nikto didn't invite him along to see you.
Night fell over the base, darkness settling in while mounted lights along buildings and posts cast beams across the pavement. Krueger leaned against a building adjacent to the administration offices, standing just beyond the reach of the glow as staff filtered out one by one. You weren't among any of them.
A faint trace of light still shined behind the frosted glass entrance doors.
Five… ten more minutes passed before he pushed off the wall and crossed over, catching the heavy door as another woman exited. He slipped inside and was greeted with silence. The receptionist area was dark, but a side hallway glowed with an sickly yellow hue.
He couldn't recall the last time he had stepped foot in the building. The interior was painfully bland, the white walls and charcoal carpet doing nothing to help jog his memory of the place.
He passed by offices — doors opened or closed, all of them dark. The end of the hall led into a larger room that was only partially lit overhead. There were cubicles and desks, all abandoned for the night.
Another corridor branched off, cast in shadow save for a single illuminated office.
The carpet muffled Krueger's steps as he approached it. Inside, you sat hunched over your wooden desk, palm pressed to your forehead as you chewed your lip in frustration at the documents in front of you.
"Hard at work still?"
You jumped in your chair, banging your knee against the underside of your workspace.
"Fuck!" You hissed, rubbing the spot. "Have you ever heard of knocking, Sebastian?" You grumbled some more to yourself, but Krueger found himself pleasantly surprised to hear his first name fall from your lips. "What are you even doing here?"
Making himself comfortable, he took some steps in, eyes sweeping over your office. You had really made an effort to add your own flare to it, compared to the blandness of the rest of the office. Photos, trinkets, and little figures that he didn't recognize were placed around, and there was decked-out bulletin board decorated in a very you-fashion.
A baby blue cardigan lay draped over a chair, its knitting standing out against the gray fabric underneath it. He recognized it as one you used to wear around often.
An almost sweet scent lingered in the air, more noticeable now that he no longer had to inhale the staleness of the the rest of the building, but he saw no candles or incense that could explain it.
"Just wanted to swing by and see—" Krueger picked up a small bear figurine from your desk"—if you found anything for me."
"Found what? Papers to sign?" You blinked at him in disbelief. "No, I didn't find anything for you. I didn't even look."
He held up one hand in mock defense, the other still clutching the little bear. "I told you to find out for me."
You snapped at him, "That's not my job, Krueger." Back to his last name.
Your aggravation with him was not hidden under your usual poor attempt at politeness. Whether that was because he caught you at a bad time or because Nikto was not around to witness this side of you, he wasn't entirely sure. But it was the most teeth you've bared at him; exactly the type of reaction he was eager to see.
He set the bear back down, knocking over another figure.
Whatever you snapped back went unheard as his attention caught on to a photo that sat on your desk. He lifted the blue frame to get a good look. You and Horangi were pressed together, large smiles for the camera. He wore his usual shades in the photo and you, an identical pair.
"Cute," he hummed.
You snatched it back, repositioning it on your desk. "Did you seriously come here just to be a pest?"
"I already told you why I came."
Clicking your tongue, you turned back to the papers. Without looking, you waved a dismissive hand at Krueger, shooing him. "Out. I have things to do."
"Ouch. Where is all of this bite coming from?" he teased. "Being mean to me because Nikto isn't here?"
"Nikto has nothing to do with—" you paused. "Look, I'm not being mean. I'm working." You gestured wildly to the mess in front of you. "Trying to, anyways." You showed him tight lipped smile that didn't meet your eyes, "I can figure out if there's anything for you tomorrow, since you're so concerned."
He's not, and he's sure you know that, but he gives you a stupidly smug grin of his own. "Promise?"
"Yeah." When he doesn't move, you sigh, "I promise."
He slapped a hand down on your desk, knocking over something else, but he pays it no mind. "Good. Then I will find you tomorrow." Since last time he said tomorrow, you didn't show.
Another grimace that you don't do well to hide, but that is what Krueger appreciates about you, watching all the ways your face can contort, no need to question how you truly feel about something.
"Right. Goodnight," you give him a look that certainly means get out of my office now and Krueger doesn't mind listening this time.
As he turned to leave, he noticed a stack of papers on a counter behind you, with a bright blue sticky note sat atop it.
NIKTO
So the man never showed up after all.
Krueger takes his spot against the same building again, staying in the darkness as he waited.
He lost track of time again, but eventually you emerge, exhaustion written into your posture.
He considered approaching you, insisting walking you back to where you stay on base. Would you show that same unguarded annoyance from earlier? Maybe more.
Nikto's words come to mind again.
She might hit you.
Enticing as that was, he chose instead to follow after you, trailing just far enough behind that you never noticed.
(reader internally: why is he all up in my business DAMN)
victoria javadi "i lived under my mother's thumb my entire life and had unrestricted internet access, and now as an adult i talk to people on tumblr who threaten to stalk me and find me irl and i really hope they do" x cassie mckay "i stalk people on tumblr and found this super cute and innocent girl who keeps begging me to stalk her, and with just the tiniest bit of research i find out we work at the same hospital and suddenly every dream i have is about actually taking her home with me"
