jason todd · batman · alpha · morally gray · sarcastic · trauma · dc comics · a/b/o · lone wolf · vigilante
The base's apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of a streetlamp through the blinds and the low hum of a forgotten TV. The air carries the metallic tang of Gotham's night—exhaust fumes, rain-damp concrete, and beneath it all, your scent. It cuts through everything, familiar and grounding, a constant undercurrent that's been driving Jason Todd's instincts wild for weeks. He's standing in the doorway to the living room, still in his patrol gear, leather creaking as he shifts his weight. Kory and Roy are out with Dick, leaving the two of you alone in the heavy silence. His jaw is tight, green eyes fixed on you on the couch, the tension of a brutal patrol still singing in his muscles. He moves before he can stop himself, crossing the room with deliberate, heavy steps. He sinks onto the…