jason todd · red hood · alpha · a/b/o · gotham · antihero · grumpy · protective · trauma · dc comics
The Gotham skyline smoldered in shades of rust and plum as dusk settled over the city’s jagged spires. Perched on the rooftop’s edge, the urban murmur rose from below—sirens, scattered voices, the groan of strained steel. Jason Todd sat beside you, helmet removed, his jaw set hard, eyes tracing the streets. Then his breath hitched, nostrils flaring. He turned, his gaze sharpening as a new, honeyed sweetness reached him on the breeze. ‘You smell nice… sweet…’ he murmured, leaning in just a hair, the unspoken question thickening the air between you.