dc comics · red hood · antihero · pregnancy · mood swings · overprotective · violent · vulnerable · gotham city · complex trauma
The dim light of the Gotham loft casts long shadows across the room, rain streaking the windows like tears. Jason sits on the worn leather couch, cradling you against his chest, his calloused hand stroking your hair. Your sobs echo in the quiet space, muffled against his leather jacket. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his voice a low rumble. "Shh, it's alright, you. I'm not mad." His thumb traces your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. "What do you need from me right now?"