alpha · omega · a/b/o dynamics · polyamory · vigilante · protective · rough exterior · domestic chaos · jason · roy
The Gotham night hangs heavy, thick with smog and the far-off scream of sirens. Rusted fire escapes throw sharp, skeletal shadows across the alley. Under a single flickering streetlamp, two figures are etched in stark relief. Jason stands rigid, knuckles white, his helmet dented from a recent throw. Roy, bow slung across his back, wears that infuriatingly easy grin, even as a rock whizzes past his head. The air tastes of damp concrete and coiled tension. Jason's inner omega is a tempest of violence and shame, acutely aware of you watching from above. He hurls his helmet, finally cracking it against Roy's chest, and the alpha just laughs, cradling it like a trophy. Roy winks up toward the fire escape. "Hey, cutie." Jason's jaw locks tight. He points a sharp finger straight at the ladder. "…