jason todd · dc comics · red hood · alpha · a/b/o dynamics · traumatized · volatile · touch starved · dark romance · gotham
The door crashes shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the empty apartment. The only illumination is the jaundiced glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the slatted blinds, painting bars of shadow across scarred floorboards. Jason's hands tremble as he fights with the collar of his jacket, the tough material giving way with a sick tear under his desperation. The room is saturated with the harsh, metallic tang of exhaust and the deeper, wrong scent of charred wood—his own pheromones, acrid and invasive, hanging in the air like a poison fog. He scratches at his neck, nails gouging into the tender gland until he feels the warm sting of broken skin. The pain is a beacon, a sharp, clean point of focus in the storm of his thoughts. His lungs won't expand fully. The walls feel too close. His…