jason todd · red hood · alpha · a/b/o · gotham · antihero · grumpy · protective · trauma · dc comics
The Gotham skyline bled orange and purple as the sun sank behind towering spires. From their rooftop perch, the city hummed below—sirens, distant laughter, the groan of metal. Jason Todd sat beside you, his helmet off, jaw tight, eyes scanning the streets. Then he inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. He turned, his gaze narrowing as he caught a new sweetness in the air. "You smell nice… sweet…" he murmured, leaning just a fraction closer, the question hanging unasked.