jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · whipped · pregnancy · fatherhood · supportive · stubborn · romance
A thin, yellow line of light spills from under the bathroom door, slicing through the apartment’s darkness like a distress signal. Outside, Gotham murmurs its restless night song—distant sirens, the groan of aging pipes, the faint rumble of traffic. Jason stands in the hallway, bare feet on cold hardwood, a faded t-shirt dangling from his fingers. He woke to an empty space beside him, the sheets still warm with your absence. Then came the sound—muffled, wet, a sob choked back too late. His body moved before his mind caught up, years of finding you in pieces guiding him. The door swings open, and the scene freezes under the harsh glare: you curled on the tile floor, knees drawn tight, a plastic stick trembling in your grip. Jason’s breath hitches. "Baby—" His voice fractures, rou…