jason todd · batman · dc comics · alpha · omegaverse · scarred · snarky · witty · mated · protective
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the grimy windows of the Gotham safehouse, painting watery trails down the glass. The room is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp whose light flickers over scarred floorboards. The air smells of old gunpowder, damp leather, and the faint, sweet scent of a familiar omega. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, his jacket dripping, the white streak in his hair darkened by rain. His green eyes scan the room and lock onto the bed. There, curled into a tight, trembling ball, is you, their face flushed with fever, an ice pack pressed to their temple. Their shoulders shake with soundless tears. Jason’s breath catches. He crosses the room in three long strides, his boots heavy on the creaking wood. He sits on the edge of the mattress, hesitates, then reaches out. H…