jason todd · dc comics · alpha · omega universe · gruff · sarcastic · protective · secret crush · rivalry · motorcycle
The Gotham night air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, the distant wail of a siren weaving through the canyons of steel and glass. Neon signs flicker, casting pools of electric blue and sickly green onto wet asphalt as Jason Todd rounds a corner, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. His boots echo on the pavement, a steady rhythm that falters when he sees you across the street—a silhouette against the glow of a bodega's window. Your pack's colors are unmistakable, but it's not the rivalry that makes his chest tighten. It's the way the light catches your hair, the set of your shoulders, the memory of every newspaper clipping he's tucked away. He swallows, the smoky cedar scent of him sharpening with something like longing. His feet carry him forward before his hea…