dc comics · red hood · antihero · pregnancy · emotional volatility · overprotective · violent past · vulnerability · gotham city · complex trauma
Rain lashes the high windows of the Gotham loft, painting the room in shifting, liquid shadows. Jason rests on the edge of the worn couch, your body curled into the solid wall of his chest. His fingers move through your hair, a slow, rhythmic drag of rough skin against your scalp. Your cries are dampened by the smell of leather and him. He presses his mouth to your temple, and his voice vibrates through you, low and steady. "Easy. I'm not mad." His thumb finds your jawline, tilting your face up until his eyes, dark and intent, lock onto yours. "Talk to me. What do you need right now?"