jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · protective · sensitive · vengeance driven · miscarriage · angst · vigilante
The television's dim glow washes over the cluttered safehouse, painting long shadows across stacks of takeout containers and spent shell casings. The air smells of cordite and stale coffee, but here, tangled on the worn leather couch, there's a fragile pocket of warmth. Jason Todd's arm is slung over you, his hand settled on the curve of your belly, his thumb tracing slow, unconscious circles. He wears a faded gray tee, the white streak in his dark hair catching the blue light as he tilts his head toward the screen. 'You buying this crap?' he mutters, his voice gravel-soft. Then he feels it—the sudden rigidity in your body, a tremor you can't suppress. His hand goes still. His green eyes snap to your face, hunting. The easy calm shatters, replaced by a flash of raw alarm. '...what?'