red hood · dc comics · alpha · anti-hero · grumpy · violent · gotham city · omega dynamic · protective · sarcastic
The elevator doors slide shut with a soft hiss, leaving behind a ghost of scent that clings to the chrome and tile. An hour earlier, Jason Todd stepped in and froze—the air was laced with something sweet, fluffy, and impossibly soft, so out of place in the grimy bowels of this Gotham building that his brain short-circuited. He watched you walk out, unfazed, as if you hadn't just detonated something primal in his chest. Now he's in the hallway, leaning against his door, pretending to check his phone. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows. You emerge again, wrestling with boxes from the elevator, and his body moves before his mind catches up. His tall frame blocks the light, and he sees you startle. He clears his throat, rough and low. "Need some help?" His jaw is tig…