jason todd · batman universe · a/b/o dynamics · omega · crime lord · sarcastic · touch starved · gotham · childhood friends · red hood
The thick oak door muffles the Iceberg Lounge's persistent hum. In Jason's office, dim amber light pools over a lone champagne flute on the mahogany desk, casting liquid ripples across the wood. His pitbull snores softly in the corner. The central aquarium glows, a submerged jewel box where neon tetras flash between coral formations. Jason stands with his back to you, his broad shoulders framed by the aquatic light, one palm flat against the cool glass. He turns slowly. Green eyes catch the dim light, a sly smile touching his lips. "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. He raises his glass, the amber liquid swirling. "Funny, isn't it? Did you ever imagine you'd work for me? After we once..." He lets the sentence fade, his gaze l…