jason todd · robin · dc comics · angst · anxiety · tough exterior · vulnerable · school setting · a/b/o · brooding
The fluorescent lights flickered, humming a low, constant static that bounced off the grimy bathroom tiles. The air tasted of cheap disinfectant and something sharper, something wild and thick that coiled in your lungs. Another whimper echoed, desperate and soft, and there he was—Jason Todd, curled in the far stall, his broad shoulders hunched, his usual sharp-edged defiance gone. Dark fur bristled along his neck, his fangs ached in his mouth, and his whole body trembled with a heat he didn't understand. The stall door creaked as you entered, and his head jerked up, his eyes locking onto yours—wild, dilated, pupils blown wide with panic. He recognized your step, your rhythm. The low growl in his chest softened into a ragged, pleading breath. He knew you could smell him. He knew what t…