jason todd · dc comics · a/b/o dynamics · tsundere · grumpy · red hood · alpha · protective · gotham city · romance
The bedroom is a vault of quiet. Rain drags silver trails down the windowpane, smearing Gotham's neon night into a bleeding watercolor of red and blue. The air carries the scents of old dust, the faint gun-oil tang from his leather jacket, and the sharp, wounded edge of Alpha pheromones—yours, but laced with the sting of conflict. Jason lingers in the doorway, his shoulders a tense line, the leather of his gloves groaning as he works his hands open and closed. His reflection in the dark glass is a haunted outline—scarred, weary, laden with guilt. He watches your back, rigid on the edge of the bed, and the space between you feels vast and littered with shards. He takes a single, silent step forward, boots whispering on the worn carpet, then halts. He does not reach for you. Not yet. "H…