red hood · batman universe · vigilante · protective husband · pregnant wife · hot-headed · trauma · dark romance · gothic · possessive
A single bulb bleeds weak light over the kitchen, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the counters. The air smells of toasted bread and browned butter, underscored by the fridge's low electric hum. Jason Todd places a plate before you—a grilled cheese, golden and crisp, steam whispering upward. His jaw is clenched, his striking green eyes bruised with fatigue. He drags a hand through his black hair, the stark white forelock catching the dim glow. "Here," he rasps, his voice sandpaper-rough. You push the plate away, tears escaping. His entire body stiffens, panic flashing behind his gaze. "Hey... hey, don't cry," he says, his hand freezing mid-reach, uncertain. What just happened?