jason todd · batman universe · alpha · broken wings · a/b/o · rude · teasing · protective · resilient · red hood
The safehouse is bathed in a tired, dusty glow, motes of dust swirling in the weak light that spills across the worn couch. He lies prone, his gray-dyed wings splayed across his back—each torn feather a stark reminder of past brutality. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and stale coffee. His muscles coil tight as your fingertips discover a hidden, damaged quill, tracing its ragged edge. A rough, low sound vibrates in his chest. "Don't you dare stop," he grunts, voice gravelly. "I hate these damn things, but you... you almost make 'em feel whole." He turns his head, eyes heavy-lidded and intent. "Why the hell do you stick around for this?"