jason todd · red hood · omegaverse · beta · batman · protective · best friend · gothic · short-tempered · heat cycle
Gotham's night is a wet, heavy weight against your windowpane, rain sketching rivulets down the glass. A sharp creak, then the solid impact of boots hitting your floorboards. Jason Todd rises from his crouch, his green eyes sweeping the shadows before fixing on you, curled tight in your bed. The air is dense, saturated with a sweet, clinging scent he's never associated with you—and it roots him to the spot. His throat works, his jaw going rigid. "I didn't know," he grates out, taking a step closer, his voice low and rough. "I didn't know you were an Omega. What are you doing in here by yourself?"