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against expectation

Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Words: 8.6k Rating: Explicit

Jason knows how he smells. When mating season comes around, he’s prepared to spend it the way he always does—alone, in his den, doing his best to block out the howls outside. Albeit this time with a little more self-care involved. He’s not prepared for Tim to show up at his door, in rut and ready to chase him. The surprise is the only reason he accepts the challenge. Omega Jason Todd Week Day 6 → Free Day

thank you to @deepwithintheabyss for supplying the title & also reading this over for me <3 (and helping me with the chase scene~) mwah, ily

>> AO3 <<

Jason hears the first howl as he leaves the bathroom. He scowls, scrunching a towel over his curls.

Moonlight pours through his curtains; casting the parts of his den not lit by lamplight in deep blue shadow. The second full moon of autumn has come… and with it, mating season. Jason’s least favorite time of year.

All over Gotham, alphas, and betas, are beginning their hunts. They’ll track down whoever has caught their scent, and—should their prey be willing to run with them—hunt them until sunrise… or they catch them.

His glands ache. Scent pours off of him, so thick none of his usual tricks to suppress it help. The shower eased it a little, but it still burns his nose; acrid like smoke and too-sweet like rotting fruit. His senses are sharper, too. It’s not just his nose—it’s his ears, eyes, even his skin is more sensitive, making him twitchy.

Just about the only good thing about it is that Jason, and all other vigilantes, get the night off.

Jason digs through his drawers until he finds a pair of pants that don’t bother his skin. He doesn’t even bother digging for underwear. He knows from experience that nothing will feel right, and he’ll just end up yanking them off at some point. Tonight…

Tonight is about comfort.

It’s not usually.

Usually, this time of year, Jason holes himself up in his least favorite safehouse. Least favorite, because he always has to burn them after; his scent sunk in so thick even the best scrubbers are unable to get rid of it. He spends his time pouring over casework or doing equipment maintenance, misery pouring off of him in droves.

This year, Jason is trying something different.

Something gentler. Softer.

He’d begun the night with an epsom salt bath, scented with a little oil. Something light. Delicate. The kind of scent he wishes he had. He’d trimmed his nails, taken care of his cuticles… even taken the time to shape them before painting them. A full mani-pedi in his bathroom. Then he’d rubbed lotion into his scars, his calluses, until his skin was as close to baby-soft as he could get.

Now, he has a pair of headphones waiting by his nest, next to a stack of books and movies… and a box of stupidly expensive chocolates, just as an extra treat for himself.

Jason is determined to make this… if not a good night, at least a less miserable one.

After pulling his sweats and a very loose shirt on, he crawls into his nest. He had made it fresh that morning; the blankets, sheets, and pillowcases all freshly washed and soft. The whole thing smells light. Airy. Jason allows him a moment to simply breathe it in before he wraps himself up in blankets and pulls his laptop over.

A movie first, he thinks, running his finger over the stack. Something familiar. Comfortable. Pride and Prejudice first, then… the Princess Bride. Both guaranteed to sweep him away for a while. He puts the headphones on. Not noise-canceling. As nice as it would be to block the howls out completely… Jason’s hackles rise just thinking about cutting himself off from one of his senses.

By the time the movies are over, the howls should have died down.

Warm and comfortable, with chocolate blooming on his tongue, he could almost fall asleep. Almost. His instincts are too sharp, anticipating a hunt that will never come.

>> continue on AO3 <<

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