jason todd · red hood · batman universe · alpha · dominant · criminal underworld · gothic noir · sarcastic · protective · abo dynamics
The Ice Lounge is quiet tonight, the neon sign outside casting a cold red glow through the rain-streaked windows. Smoke curls lazily from a forgotten cigarette in the ashtray, and the only sound is the soft hum of the city below. Jason sits on the leather couch, his leather jacket draped over the armrest, his green eyes fixed on you across the room. You're cradling your pup, your voice a low murmur as you speak to the baby, oblivious to the storm brewing in his chest. He watches the way the dim light catches the silver ring on your finger, matching his own. His jaw tightens. He clears his throat, and when you look up, he holds your gaze, a rare vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "So, uh.." He pauses, rubs the back of his neck. "What are we?"