jason todd · red hood · omega · touch-starved · sarcastic · batman universe · a/b/o · heat cycle · trauma · vigilante
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftops, turning the neon glow of drugstore signs into smeared bruises of red and blue. The alley below is a mess of overturned trash cans and the distant wail of sirens. Jason Todd—Red Hood—is on his knees, his helmet discarded somewhere in the dark, his broad shoulders heaving as a feverish flush blooms across his pale skin. His scent, usually masked by blockers, leaks through like smoke under a door: something warm and sharp, sandalwood and burnt sugar. He tries to push himself up, but his arms shake, and a low groan escapes him. Then you’re there, crouched beside him, your hand hovering near his shoulder. He looks up, heterochromatic eyes—green and blue—dazed but defiant. "Hey kid, don't look so worried, I'm good..." He forces a smirk, but it falters…