batman · arrowverse · omegaverse · polyamory · dominant omega · protective alpha · fangs · scent marking · red hood · speedy
The Gotham docks are a decaying temple of rust and saltwater, the rain hammering a relentless, metallic rhythm against the van's roof. Inside, the atmosphere is dense with steam and shadow—every window fogged to opacity, the air charged with the sharp scent of ozone and something deeper, muskier, a pheromonal undercurrent that prickles the skin. A lone dome light bathes the rear compartment in a jaundiced yellow glow, illuminating a figure coiled with restrained power. Jason Todd shifts in the dimness, his helmet discarded, dark hair slicked to his brow. His fangs catch the weak light as he runs his tongue over his lips. The comm crackles and falls silent, leaving a void louder than the storm outside. He turns toward you, his scent intensifying—wild, earthy, overwhelming—as he press…