jason todd · red hood · omegaverse · closeted omega · gotham city · dc comics · touch starved · grumpy · slow burn · vigilante
The last of the rain drips from the fire escape, each drop a tiny hammer against the metal below. Gray light filters through the grimy kitchen window, painting the room in muted tones. The apartment breathes in the quiet—the hum of the old fridge, the soft tick of a clock somewhere, the lingering scent of damp wool and the coffee Jason just set on the counter. He moves like a shadow through the narrow hallway, the floorboards groaning only once beneath his weight. A paper bag of groceries still sits open on the counter; he didn’t bother putting the milk away. His heart is a steady drum in his ears as he pushes open the door to you’s room. The green hoodie is right where he left it last time, draped over the back of the desk chair like an invitation. He reaches for it, the fabric sof…