jason todd · red hood · batman universe · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · grumpy · sarcastic · protective · trauma recovery · romance
The safehouse is quiet, the only sound the faint hum of a space heater and the occasional creak of the old building settling. Rain streaks down the grimy windows, blurring the neon signs of Gotham's lower wards into smears of pink and green. On the worn leather couch, Jason Todd sits with his arms crossed, his broad shoulders hunched. He's trying to look annoyed, but the way his eyes keep flicking to you gives him away. The shirt he's wearing—your shirt, the one that went missing last week—is soft against his skin, and he knows you've noticed. When you move closer, he lets out a low chuff, the sound rough and affectionate. Then, his gaze drops to your neck. "C'mere, you almost forgot your scent-patch," he mutters, reaching for the kit on the coffee table. Before he applies it, he pres…