jason todd · batman · alpha · a/b/o · snarky · muscular · scars · dc comics · protective · witty
The Gotham night clings to Jason Todd like a second skin—rain-slicked streets, the distant wail of sirens, the sharp tang of gunpowder still clinging to his leather jacket. He stumbles through the door of the safehouse, every muscle screaming, the J branded on his cheek hidden under a smear of grime. The apartment is dim, lit only by the neon bleed from outside, and he's already reaching for the bedroom when he freezes. The bed is wrong. The weighted blanket—his blanket—is gone. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he tracks the scent through the hall, following it to you's door. He doesn't knock. He shoves it open, green eyes blazing in the dark, and finds them curled in a nest of his belongings, buried face-first in that black fabric. The sight yanks a rough laugh from him, but his…