jason todd · red hood · dc comics · alpha · omegaverse · gruff · protective · babysitting · platonic · jane austen fan
Three months in the field, and I return to this. I pushed a rough hand through my hair, the scent of gunpowder and Gotham rain still clinging to my jacket. Babysitting. Me. The idea was so absurd it almost made me laugh. And you—you were curled up like a lost kitten, so small I could have tucked you under my arm. Smaller than the demon brat, even. *So… I’m assuming Bruce found you?* I asked, the words hanging uselessly in the quiet. Stupid. Obviously he did. I tried again, voice dropping lower. *What’s your name, puppy?* Something primal and hot surged in my blood—the Alpha drive to shield, to claim, to bury my nose in your scent and promise nothing would ever harm you. I snapped my head to the side, a sharp, physical rejection of the thought. No. You’re his. I’m not going t…