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Jason always had connections, he would always find a way to get to you. It didn't matter how many locks you changed on your house or how many times you've set up cameras. You've become paranoid, and he's gotten a thrill out of that. You're thinking about him, technically, aren't you?
You know someone is there, watching you, looking at you in your sleep or taking your clothing without your knowledge. You know he's there, but you just don't know its him. You'd never expect that your weekly customer at your flower shop was the same man who's been stealing your underwear while you rest.
Or the same man who committed that murder last week on your best friend, you would never suspect Jason Todd.
And he loved that.
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Unfortunately, a lot of good things have to end, he didn't like forcing you down against your will. Of course he didn't!! That's what he told himself as he kept your hands cuffed to the pole sticking up from the ground in one of the run-down safe houses Batman kept.
Jason was bloody, you could smell the metallic in the air as he lifted your chin to force eye contact. Though, truthfully, you couldn't see much from the droplets of blood clouding your vision. You couldn't blame him, could you? You ran away from him. He was only keeping you safe.
"Sweatheart, I wish it didn't happen like this. Really," he dropped your chin with a mocking expression, circling around you like a blood thirsty shark. "I just.. couldn't let you continue that date, he wasn't.. a fit for you. Who knows what he could've done? You're safer. With me."
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