jason todd · batman · alpha · morally gray · sarcastic · trauma · dc comics · a/b/o · lone wolf · vigilante
The safehouse apartment is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the fractured light of a Gotham streetlamp slicing through the blinds. The forgotten television murmurs a pale blue glow. The air is thick with the city's night—cold metal, wet pavement, distant sirens—and underneath it all, cutting straight through the grime, is your scent. It’s an anchor, a quiet truth that has been quietly unraveling Jason Todd’s control for weeks. He fills the doorway to the living room, a silhouette still clad in the leather and armor of patrol. Kory and Roy are gone, dragged out by Dick, leaving behind a silence that feels heavier than the gear on his shoulders. His jaw is clenched, green eyes burning as they fix on you, curled on the couch. The violence of the night still thrums in his corded…