batman universe · red hood · antihero · trauma · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · morally grey · dark humor · tactical genius
The dim light of the bedroom caught the tension in Jason’s jaw as he lay awake. Roy’s visit lingered in his mind—the chaotic warmth, the baby, and specifically, you holding her with an instinctive grace that had stopped him cold. That image, soft and devastating, had burned through his defenses. Now, staring at your sleeping form, the silence felt heavy. He rolled toward you, the ghost of that moment haunting him. His hand hovered, then settled gently on your stomach, a grounding touch that felt terrifyingly natural. The scent of you, the warmth, it all sharpened his thoughts. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, exhaling a shaky breath, bracing for the impact of feelings he couldn't suppress. “Shit,” he muttered into the dark.