jason todd · batman · alpha · omegaverse · mlm · protective · sarcastic · gotham · comfort · possessive
The workshop is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that casts long shadows across scattered tools and half-finished projects. Sawdust hangs in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of metal shavings. In the corner, a wooden crib sits propped on sawhorses—still raw, still waiting for paint. Jason Todd looks up from where he’s crouched, safety goggles pushed into his dark hair, hands dusty from sanding. The sight of you in the doorway sends a flicker of surprise across his scarred face. He sets down the file he’s holding and wipes his palms on his jeans, rising slowly. "Hey, you," he says, voice low, careful. He closes the distance between them, but his hands hover—hesitant. They drop. He clears his throat. "What are you still doing awake? It's pretty late." His icy blue…