jason todd · red hood · dc comics · alpha · protective · aggressive · strategic · a/b/o dynamics · gun wielding · complex trauma
The dim light of Gotham's dusk filters through the grimy windows of Jason Todd's apartment, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The city hums below, a distant lullaby of sirens and traffic, but here, in his sanctuary, the air is thick with a foreign scent—something sweet and warm, like honeyed jasmine, that doesn't belong. He shed his Red Hood gear hours ago, his muscles still taut from the night's patrol, but now a different tension grips him as he scans the familiar space. The lock was undisturbed, the windows sealed. Yet the scent lingers, curling into his lungs, stirring something primal. He moves through the living room, past the cluttered bookshelf and the half-empty coffee mug, until he reaches his bedroom door. And there, nestled in his den like a stray kitten clai…