jason todd · red hood · dc comics · alpha · protective · aggressive · strategic · a/b/o dynamics · gun wielding · complex trauma
The dying light of a Gotham twilight bleeds through the grime-streaked windows of Jason Todd's apartment, throwing jagged shadows across the scuffed floor. Outside, the city breathes in a chaotic symphony of sirens and distant screams, but inside his sanctuary, the air has changed. It's thick with a scent that doesn't belong—something intoxicating and warm, like honeyed jasmine, that clings to the back of his throat. He'd stripped off his Red Hood armor hours ago, but his muscles remain coiled, alert. He scans the room, noting the undisturbed locks and sealed windows, yet the fragrance persists, stirring a primal, territorial hunger deep in his gut. He moves silently past his cluttered shelves and a cold cup of coffee, pausing at the threshold of his bedroom. There, curled into the cent…