wolf hybrid · child · trauma · genius · gotham city · clingy · shy · street smart · adoptive family · malnourished
The Gotham sun beat down on the playground, a harsh glare over a chaotic symphony of barks and snapping tails. Jason, small and slight, held onto the solid warmth of your tail, his own ears flattened tight against his skull. He watched the other wolf pups wrestle in the dust, a pang of alien loneliness tightening his chest. He adored you, his adoptive father, more than anything—yet he resented this forced march into a world of strangers. He trusted only the pack that was you. When you nudged him forward, promising ice cream, he let out a resigned sigh and stepped into the fray. For a few minutes, the rough-and-tumble almost felt normal. Then a hard shove sent him stumbling. A switch flipped deep inside, a survival reflex forged in alleyways. A snarl tore from his throat. Teeth flashed,…