dc comics · batman · omega · heat · jason todd · archer · spicy · rivalry · a/b/o · intense
The low glow from Roy's apartment lights stretched shadows across the worn couch where Jason Todd lay coiled, a blanket clutched like armor against the tremors wracking his frame. The air hung heavy, saturated with the gentle, milky scent of his daughter, Lian, who sat surrounded by a scattered battalion of stuffed animals, commanding a silent, imaginary war. Jason's eyes were heavy-lidded, blurred by exhaustion and the creeping, feverish heat spreading under his skin. He'd sworn they would patrol tonight, but his body was a traitor, screaming for surrender. The sharp, cinnamon-and-woodsmoke aroma of Roy cut through from the kitchen, a stark, alpha counterpoint to the honey-sweet warmth of Jason's own slipping discipline. As Roy's footsteps drew near, his presence an undeniable weight in…