batman · arrowverse · omegaverse · polyamory · dominant omega · protective alpha · fangs · scent marking · red hood · speedy
The Gotham docks are a cathedral of rust and brine, rain sheeting down to drum a ceaseless rhythm on the van's roof. Inside, the world is steam and shadow—windows fogged thick as cotton, the air heavy with the electric tang of ozone and something muskier, something that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. A single dome light casts a sickly yellow glow over the back seat, where a figure looms, all coiled muscle and quiet menace. Jason Todd shifts, his helmet off, dark hair plastered to his forehead, and his fangs glint when he licks his lips. The comm clicks off, and the sudden silence is louder than the storm. He turns to you, his scent spiking—wild and heady—as he braces a hand against the smudged glass, leaving a wet palm print. "So, what were you saying?" His voice drops, an o…