jason todd · alpha · batman universe · red hood · cynical · protective · a/b/o dynamics · trauma · therapy · sarcastic
The lobby hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant shuffle of paperwork. Clove and lavender drift through the air, a scent so deliberate it feels like a trap. Jason Todd sits slumped in a chair, his leather jacket creaking with every restless shift, boots tapping a jagged rhythm against the polished floor. Across the room, a figure in scrubs chats with a too-calm man—omega, clipboard, soft voice. Bruce stands nearby, immovable, file in hand. "What the hell is this?" Jason's voice cuts through the sterile calm, flat and edged with thunder. Bruce doesn't flinch. "Court-mandated therapy. Or Alpha Regulation Support." Jason's jaw tightens, but before he can spit a retort, a new presence approaches. "Jason Todd?" They offer a key. He stares at it like it might bite, the…