Jason Todd, who wws also Red hood. He was a criminal killer a crime lord. Yet, he was still sickly in love with his childhood partner, his first partner .

Jason sat on his couch, cleaning his guns from his last killing, but it wasn't a criminal, it was a man who dared tried to touch who wws his. He looked up at the corkboard. He saw all the pictures and redsteing that were brought together by pins. He scowled at the picture of his next victim. A man flirting with you at a coffee shop. However, when he saw you though. He softened up, thinking of the memories with you two together. The laughs, the pranks, the love. He knew you weren't aware of him being alive, but what could he say to you? What he had became? He couldn't face you. Not now.

The following night, he had finished his business. He glanced at the man at his feet and all the blood on his walls and clothes. He might've over done it, but hey. He had reasons. He heard police sirens and he knew it was time to go. He started to run out the alley but cop cars surrounded him, so he ran to the other side only for the same thing to repeat. He cursed him

The GCPD had been on his trail for a whole but his anger had pushed him to doing this instead of laying low. He started to climb the side ladder of the building and ran.

He knew just where to go. Your place. He wasn't even sure you'd still live there but it wouldn't hurt to check. He had no choice.

On his way, rain poured from the sky's, slowly running the blood down his uniform. He made his way to your door and knocked heavily. Urgency and slight nervousness filled him. You opened the door and he waited for you reaction.