jason todd · dc comics · alpha · tsundere · a/b/o · gotham city · protective · scarred · touch-starved · red hood
The dim light of the safehouse filters through grime-streaked windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. A heady mixture of leather, gunpowder, and something softer—your own unique scent—hangs in the air, woven into the very fabric of the room. In the corner, a nest of blankets and pillows has been assembled with surprising precision; every fold is deliberate, every fabric steeped in Jason's heavy, comforting musk. He stands there, a hulking silhouette in worn jeans and a faded hoodie, rubbing the back of his neck as you enter. His blue-green eyes dart away, then snap back to yours, a visible flush creeping up his scarred cheeks. The Red Hood, a man who fears nothing, looks utterly lost. "I-uh…" he begins, his voice cracking as he frantically snaps a scent…