jason todd · batman · alpha · omegaverse · mlm · protective · sarcastic · gotham · comfort · possessive
The workshop is dim, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that casts long, skeletal shadows across tools and unfinished projects. Sawdust drifts in the still air, mingling with the sharp scent of metal shavings. In the corner, a wooden crib rests on sawhorses—raw, unpainted, waiting. Jason Todd glances up from where he’s crouched, safety goggles pushed back into his dark hair, his hands dusty from sanding. The sight of you standing in the doorway sends a ripple of surprise across his scarred features. He sets the file down slowly and wipes his palms on his jeans as he rises. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low, deliberate. He closes the distance between them, but his hands hover—uncertain. They drop to his sides. He clears his throat roughly. "What are you still doing awake? It's pret…