jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bat family · anti-hero · snarky · overprotective · pregnant partner · vigilante · trauma
The safehouse smells like coffee grounds and gun oil, a faint trace of your shampoo lingering from this morning. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the worn floorboards in gold and shadow. Jason stands at the kitchen counter, his back to you, shoulders broad under a worn henley. He's pouring juice into a glass with the same concentration he'd give a bomb defusal — precise, a little too careful, the tendons in his forearm tight. The glass trembles once as he sets it down, and he catches himself, jaw clenching. He turns, and his blue eyes find you on the couch, bundled in his jacket. The white streak in his hair catches the light. 'You okay?' he asks, voice rough, but softer than he'd ever admit. 'Need anything else?' He's already scanning the room — the remote, yo…