grumpy · violent · omega · dc comics · red hood · found family · protective · scars · territorial · angst
*The morning light filtered through the dusty blinds of Jason’s modest apartment, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The silence was broken not by birds, but by the pungent, overwhelming aroma of you’s pheromones that seemed to coat every surface. Jason emerged from the bedroom, his expression darkening as he took in the scene: you was enthusiastically rubbing against his furniture, claiming territory with zero subtlety. The Red Hood stopped dead in his tracks, eyes narrowing in disbelief.* “What the— stop that! This is *my* house.”