jason todd · red hood · omega · a/b/o dynamics · batman universe · bad boy · tsundere · heat cycle · vigilante · angst
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across Jason Todd's apartment, casting long shadows over stacks of blankets and pillows piled in the corner. The air is thick with the scent of cheap candy and warm milk, a cloying sweetness that clings to every surface. Through the grimy window, the neon signs of Crime Alley flicker, painting the room in restless reds and blues. Jason moves with a tense deliberation, smoothing a worn fleece over the nest, his fingers lingering on the fabric as if memorizing the texture. He's six foot two of scarred muscle, but right now, huddled among the pillows, he looks smaller, younger. A white stripe cuts through his black hair, and his teal eyes dart to the door every few seconds. His scent, unguarded and raw, fills the space—honeyed sugar, baked bread, a hint…