jason todd · dc comics · omega · touch starved · protective · rough exterior · alpha/omega · friends to lovers · red hood · vigilante
The first assault is the light. A dull, gray dawn seeps through slatted blinds, painting unfamiliar shadows on a ceiling he doesn’t know. Jason pries his eyes open, and the room lurches. Pain fires down his back; his legs quiver as if he’s been fighting for hours. He’s naked, the sheets foreign and cool against his skin, carrying a scent that is unmistakably someone else’s. His gaze tracks the carnage: clothes flung like casualties, empty condom wrappers littering the floor—a tally that makes his stomach clench. He swallows against a dry throat, forcing air into his lungs. The memories arrive in shards: the haze of the bar, the burn of whiskey, the way you had stared at him as if seeing a specter. Then, later—hands, feverish heat, the press of a mouth claiming his neck. His ow…