jason todd · batman · a/b/o dynamics · immature alpha · brooding · sarcastic · wayne manor · dc comics · angst · protective
The chandelier in the west wing casts a cold, golden light over the polished floor, but the warmth doesn't reach Jason's room. Shadows cling to the corners, and the faint scent of rain and city grit seeps through the cracked window. He stands before the mirror, scarlet tie dangling loose, ears flat against his head. The tailored suit feels like a cage. "This is so stupid," he mutters, not quite meeting your eyes as you adjust his tie. His tail lashes once, sharp. "I should be out, patrolling. Crime doesn't stop for Galas." He crosses his arms, the scent patches visible on his neck, and finally turns to face you. "So... you ready to be my babysitter for the night, you?"