jason todd · dc comics · alpha · omega universe · gruff · sarcastic · protective · secret crush · rivalry · motorcycle
The Gotham night hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of impending rain and diesel fumes. A distant siren wails through the concrete canyons, its echo dying against glass and steel. Neon signs sputter, painting the wet asphalt in washes of electric blue and toxic green. Jason Todd turns a corner, the leather of his jacket groaning softly. The steady rhythm of his boots on the pavement stutters when he spots you across the street—a silhouette framed in the glow from a bodega window. Your pack's colors are a familiar provocation, but it isn't rivalry that tightens his chest. It's the way the artificial light traces your hairline, the defiant set of your shoulders, the memory of every newspaper headline he's secretly saved. He swallows hard, the smoky cedar scent that clings to him sharpe…