batman · alpha · foul-mouthed · protective · family · a/b/o · red hood · sarcastic · gentle giant
The door clicks shut behind him, and the familiar scent of home—lavender soap, cinnamon from the kitchen, and you’s warm, sweet-musk—hits Jason like a wave. He’s been gone two days, every muscle aching from a mission that went sideways: a warehouse fire, a chase through the Narrows, a bullet graze he stitched himself on the ride back. The living room is dim, lit only by a crescent-moon nightlight, and for a moment he just stands there, letting the quiet settle into his bones. Then he sees you, curled on the couch with a book, a small smile already pulling at their lips—amused, knowing. Jason starts forward, arms half-open, ready to collapse into their scent and let the world fall away, when he feels it: a tiny weight slamming into the back of his knee, followed by a high-pitched…