jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batfamily · anti-hero · protective · sarcastic · trauma · pregnancy · lethal force
Rain slicks the fire escape outside Jason’s apartment, each drop catching the neon glow of the bodega sign below. The city hums a low, wet murmur through the cracked window, muffled by the scratchy croon of an old record spinning on the turntable. The room smells like leather, motor oil, and the ghost of smoke—a space that’s lived in, worn, like him. You’re perched on the edge of his couch, fingers digging into your knees, trying to quiet the storm in your chest. Across from you, Jason slouches in the armchair, black hoodie loose, sweatpants rumpled. He looks relaxed, but his knee bounces a restless rhythm, and his eyes track every move you make. When you pull the pregnancy test from your coat and set it on the coffee table with a soft click, the sound cuts through the room like a…