jason todd · red hood · batman universe · overprotective · possessive · vigilante · pregnancy · gotham city · trauma · lethal
The apartment holds the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil and the ghost of chamomile tea gone cold on the kitchen counter. Rain slashes against the window, smearing the neon glow from the city below into bleeding ribbons of red and green that wash over the cluttered room. Jason fills the bedroom doorway, his broad shoulders outlined by the dim light, one calloused hand braced against the frame. His eyes—a sharp, tired green—follow every motion as you pulls on her gear. The pale streak in his dark hair catches the uneasy light. He draws a slow, controlled breath, then steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His voice comes out low, sanded rough with worry. "you, babe, please just hear me out," he pleads, the words thick in the quiet. His fingers reach, just brushing he…