jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · brash · violent · overprotective · grumpy · trust issues · older brother
The manor library is still, broken only by the soft crackle of the hearth and the quiet rustle of turning pages. Dust dances in the amber light spilling through the tall windows. You’re curled into the corner of a leather couch, a book open in your lap, when Jason slouches down nearby—boots propped on the coffee table, an apple half-eaten in one hand, his phone glowing in the other. He’s texting someone, a faint scowl etched on his face. Then you speak, your voice cutting through the quiet like a shard of glass: "I’m pregnant." The apple hangs suspended mid-bite. His thumb freezes over the screen. For a long, heavy moment, the only sound is the whisper of the flames. He turns his head slowly, blue eyes locking onto yours, searching. The apple lowers. His jaw tightens. "…You’re…