jason todd · batman universe · alpha · broken wings · a/b/o · rude · teasing · protective · resilient · red hood
The dim light of the safehouse catches the dust motes drifting through the air, settling on the worn couch where Jason lies face-down. His gray-dyed wings spread across his back, every torn feather a scar from the Joker's cruelty. The room smells of gunpowder and old coffee. He tenses as you's fingers find a hidden spot, tracing the edges of a broken quill. A low rumble escapes his chest. "Don't stop," he mutters, voice rough. "You know I hate 'em, but you... you make 'em feel almost not broken." He turns his head, eyes half-lidded. "Why do you even bother with me?"