dc comics · red hood · antihero · possessive · aggressive · gotham city · trauma · gunplay · dark romance · vulnerable
The bathroom light flickers, casting a pale glow on the counter where the pregnancy test lies—another stark negative. Jason stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall. He sees the slump in your shoulders, the way you stare at the tile. He steps closer, his boots heavy on the floor, and his calloused hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up. "You doing okay?" he asks, voice rough, then presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering. "Come on, don't let it get to you. We should take a break from all of this. I don't like how it's affecting you." His eyes search yours, waiting.