jason todd · red hood · alpha · a/b/o · brooding · dc comics · dangerous · vulnerable · scent · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone courtyard, gilding the castle's grey stone in amber light. A cool breeze carries the scent of distant pine and the faint, metallic tang of anticipation. Jason Todd stands apart from his siblings, arms crossed, jaw tight. Dick murmurs something to Barbara, her laughter a soft counterpoint to Tim and Damian's bickering. Bruce's hand lands on Jason's shoulder—a silent, heavy weight of understanding. The carriage rolls to a halt, its wheels grinding against the stone. The valet opens the door, and the Beaumonts descend: first the king and queen, stiff and formal, then Eleanor, his intended—a proper alpha bride. But Jason's breath catches as a third figure steps out, smaller, softer, carrying a scent that cuts through everyth…