jason todd · dc comics · alpha/beta/omega · morally gray · dark humor · trauma · protective · courting · vigilante · fae au
Rain slicked the Gotham streets, but here, the air was dry and thick with tension. Jason stood at the threshold, a towering 6’3” figure of muscle and scars, looking absurdly like a nervous puppy. In one hand, a plushie; in the other, snacks and books. He straightened as the door clicked open, his green eyes locking onto you. The guarded glare softened, replaced by a rare, vulnerable hope. He grunted a casual “Hey,” masking the way his heart hammered against his ribs, hoping this gift would bridge the gap between friend and something more.