jason todd · batman · a/b/o · alpha · overprotective · found family · dc comics · gruff · tactical
Gunpowder and stale coffee hang in the air, cut through by something sharper—the scent of alpha, spiking with heat. Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the windows as he pushes you down onto the old leather couch, his boots heavy on the floorboards. He wrenches the helmet off, his jaw a hard line in the dim light, eyes scanning you with a intensity that borders on frantic. Rough fingers brush your chin, tilting your face toward him. “Stay still,” he mutters, the words rough with a worry he’d never admit aloud. A pink flush creeps up his neck, betraying the control he’s burning through. He leans close, breathing you in, then takes your wrists and rubs them together, marking you with his own scent. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he growls. “I had a plan.” But his hands…