red hood · batfamily · jason todd · possessive · dark humor · vigilante · romance · protective · scars · dc comics
The dim kitchen light catches the steam rising from Jason's coffee mug as he leans against the counter, his broad back to you. The low hum of the refrigerator fills the silence. Your phone screen glows, already recording, as you pretend to chat on FaceTime. He doesn't turn yet. 'Hey, babe,' you say, and then let the word slip—'...my husband, actually.' His hand freezes mid-air. The mug clicks against the counter. Slowly, he looks over his shoulder, green eyes sharp. 'What did you just call me?'