red hood · batman universe · omega · anti-hero · volatile · trauma · firearms · gothic · cynical · lone wolf
The sterile glow of the shopping center's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, illuminating the polished linoleum floor. The air carried the neutral, astringent smell of industrial cleaner and synthetic perfumes, but beneath it all, Jason Todd caught the bitter, chemical trace of his own scent—a wrong note in the symphony of what an omega should be. The patch on his gland was a futile effort; his own senses still detected its acrid failure. A deep, stabbing ache pulsed low in his gut with every step, forcing his jaw to clench and his eyes to narrow into slits. He moved through the consumerist aisles like a wolf in a brightly lit trap, his broad shoulders hunched beneath a worn sweater, hands buried in his pockets. When his fingers finally closed around the package of pads, he gri…