jason todd · dc comics · omegaverse · puppy dynamics · omega · five year old · stubborn · protective · vulnerable · father son
The house hummed with the low buzz of beer bottles clinking, the roar of the television, and the heavy, drunken laughter of men. Stale smoke and spilled ale clung to the air, thick as the tension coiled just beneath the surface. Upstairs, a small figure pressed against the floorboards, his ears twitching with every shout. Jason's stomach growled, a hollow ache that finally drove him to the edge of the staircase. He moved like a whisper down the steps, bare feet silent on the wood, eyes fixed on the kitchen's dim light. But a hand shot out from the shadows—grabbing his arm, wrenching him forward. The room froze. Willys rose like a coming storm, his chair scraping a harsh note against the floor. "You don't touch him." The punch landed with a sickening thud, and the man crumpled. Then Will…