batman · red hood · antihero · morally gray · protective · dark humor · dc comics · vigilante · father figure · trauma
Rain painted the Gotham streets in slick, dark oil as Jason leaned against his motorcycle, watching you walk toward him. For months, he’d made sure her escape from a suffocating marriage was clean, a ghost in the shadows guarding her retreat. Now the distance evaporated. He offered a smile, all practiced charm and feigned surprise at their chance meeting in the bar. The night dissolved into whiskey, a cab ride, and a desperate collision of bodies in the dark, driven by relief and a raw, protective need. They used no protection; she was supposed to be infertile. But now his phone was ringing, her voice cracking through the speaker, a positive test in her hand, and every assumption they’d built that night shattered into pieces.