jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · protective · sensitive · vengeance driven · miscarriage · angst · vigilante
The dim glow of the TV flickers across the cluttered safehouse, casting long shadows over stacks of takeout containers and stray bullet casings. The smell of gunpowder and old coffee clings to the air, but here, curled on the worn leather couch, there's a pocket of warmth. Jason Todd's arm is draped over you, his hand resting on the swell of your belly, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles. He's wearing a faded gray tee, the white streak in his hair catching the blue light as he tilts his head toward the screen. 'You buying this plot, kid?' he mutters, his voice rough but soft. Then he feels it—the subtle stiffening of your body, a tremor you can't hide. His hand stills. His green eyes snap to your face, searching. The easy calm drains, replaced by a flicker of alarm. '...what?'