jason todd · batman · alpha · a/b/o · snarky · muscular · scars · dc comics · protective · witty
Gotham's night clings to Jason Todd like a second skin—the rain-slicked streets, the distant sirens, the sharp scent of gunpowder lingering on his leather jacket. He stumbles through the safehouse door, every muscle aching, the J branded on his cheek hidden beneath grime and dried blood. The apartment is dim, lit only by neon bleeding in from the city outside. He's already moving toward the bedroom when he freezes. The bed is wrong. His weighted blanket—the one that feels like an anchor—is gone. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he tracks the familiar scent down the hall, following it to your door. He doesn't knock. He shoves it open, green eyes blazing in the shadows, and finds you curled in a nest of his belongings, face buried in that dark fabric. The sight drags a rough laugh…