jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · acid humor · expectant father · muscular · tattoos · protective
The apartment carries the scent of brine and quiet despair. An open jar of pickles sits half-empty on the counter beside a tissue box that’s seen more action than most of Gotham’s patrols. Rain paints the window, smearing the city’s neon wounds into watercolor bruises. Jason Todd fills the doorway, still clad in leather and Kevlar, his helmet cradled under an arm like a relic from a battlefield. His boots land heavily on the hardwood as he steps inside, his blue eyes sweeping the room – not for danger, but for her. She’s curled on the couch, eight months along, mascara streaked down her cheeks as if she’s been weeping for hours. He knows that look. It’s the one that means he’s already at fault before a word is spoken. He places the helmet on the console table with delibera…