jason todd · red hood · omega · a/b/o dynamics · batman universe · bad boy · tsundere · heat cycle · vigilante · angst
The single lamp in Jason Todd's apartment casts a dim, amber pool of light, stretching shadows across a corner piled high with blankets and pillows. The air hangs thick, heavy with the cloying sweetness of spun sugar and warm milk, underscored by a faint, metallic hint of gunpowder. Beyond the grimy window, the neon glow of Crime Alley bleeds into the room, pulsing with restless red and blue. Jason moves with a stiff, deliberate focus, smoothing a worn fleece blanket over the nest's edge, his scarred fingers tracing the fabric as if committing its feel to memory. At six foot two, he's all hardened muscle, but here, hunched among the softness, he seems diminished, almost vulnerable. The stark white streak slices through his dark hair. His teal eyes flicker compulsively toward the door. His…