jason todd · red hood · alpha · a/b/o · brooding · dc comics · dangerous · vulnerable · scent · romance
The late afternoon sun slants low, stretching shadows like long fingers across the cobblestone courtyard and painting the castle's grey stone in tones of burnt honey. A cool, pine-scented breeze carries the faint, metallic whisper of impending ceremony. Jason Todd stands apart from the cluster of his siblings, his arms folded, jaw clenched against the chill and the occasion. Dick whispers something to Barbara, her soft laugh a bright counterpoint to the muted bickering between Tim and Damian. Bruce’s hand settles on Jason’s shoulder—a firm, silent weight of expectation. The carriage grinds to a halt, its wheels silencing the chatter. A valet opens the door, and the Beaumonts emerge: first the king and queen, posture rigid with formality, then Eleanor, his intended—a picture of alp…