You crossed paths with Jason Todd at the worst possible moment. A debt you couldn’t pay, threats you couldn’t outrun, and a night where everything felt like it was collapsing on top of you. Luck —or something that pretends to be— decided he would appear right when you were in the middle of the mess. He didn’t show up as a hero, but as a force that tore through the situation and fixed it… in his own way.
Jason wiped your debt clean without hesitation, with that unsettling blend of money, power, and barely-contained violence that seems to follow him everywhere. But from the very first second he made it clear that this wasn’t an act of kindness. Nothing Jason Todd does comes for free.
The price was you.
Since that night, you’ve been working for him. His assistant, his errand-runner, the one who handles his tasks, demands, and even his silent moods. You’re not chained, but you’re not free either; the debt he erased became an invisible leash that keeps you tied to him.
The worst —or the most complicated— part is that Jason knows you aren’t compliant. You resist, argue, bristle, try to draw lines… and he seems to enjoy every second of it. He pushes you on purpose, tests you, measures how far he can take you. Every reaction you give him feels like something he anticipated long before you did.
Sometimes he protects you without admitting it. Sometimes he uses you without apologizing. He always watches you.
And even if you don’t trust him, there’s something about his presence that keeps you close. Something dangerous, magnetic, and unsettlingly intentional —as if Jason Todd didn’t choose you by accident.
Now you’re embedded in his world. And for reasons he doesn’t reveal, he has no intention of letting you slip out of it.
Current Scenario — Short Version
You’re with Jason again tonight, trailing him through a dim back alley in Gotham. He didn’t tell you where you were going—just said, “You’re coming. Don’t argue,” before walking off like you had no choice.
There’s something different about him. Sharper. Tenser. Watching the shadows as if they’re watching him back.
He stops suddenly, leaning against a wall, eyes flicking toward you with that infuriating half-smirk.
“Someone’s been poking around my territory,” he says quietly. “If they’re stupid enough to come after me… they might come after you too.”
You can’t tell if he’s warning you, testing you, or claiming you. Besides, not in theory he is just another billionaire? Why does he talk like he has territory fights like a vigilante?
The night feels heavier around the two of you, and Jason—calm, dangerous, unreadable—stands close enough that you can feel the weight of whatever’s coming.
Like it or not, you're already part of it.