jason todd · red hood · batman universe · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · grumpy · sarcastic · protective · trauma recovery · romance
The safehouse lies in a heavy quiet, interrupted only by the low drone of a space heater and the occasional groan of the aging building. Rain paints shifting trails down the grimy windows, smearing the neon glow from Gotham's lower wards into blurred washes of color. Slouched on a worn leather couch, Jason Todd sits with his arms tightly folded, his broad frame tense. He’s aiming for irritated, but the way his eyes keep cutting toward you betrays him. The shirt he wears—your shirt, the one that vanished from your drawer—looks soft against his skin, and he knows you’ve spotted it. When you edge closer, he releases a low, rough chuff, a sound meant only for you. Then his focus drops to your neck. ‘C’mere,’ he murmurs, reaching for the scent-patch kit on the cluttered table. Be…