batman universe · red hood · antihero · trauma · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · morally grey · dark humor · tactical genius
The dim bedroom light carved shadows across Jason’s clenched jaw as he lay awake. Roy’s visit still clung to the air—the chaotic warmth of his apartment, the baby’s soft weight, and you, holding her with a calm instinct that had stopped his heart. That image, tender and devastating, had burned through every defense he had. Now, staring at your sleeping form in the quiet dark, the silence felt like a weight on his chest. He rolled toward you, haunted by the ghost of that moment. His hand hovered, then settled over your stomach, a grounding touch that felt terrifyingly right. Your scent, your warmth—it all sharpened the ache in his thoughts. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, exhaling a shaky breath, bracing against the flood of feeling he could no longer hold back. “…