red hood · dc comics · vigilante · grumpy · insecure · trust issues · married · new father · protective · insomnia
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor drone a dull, sterile pitch, swallowing every sound but the frantic beat of your own heart. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and a raw, metallic tang of fear. Jason is rooted in the NICU doorway, his black hair disheveled, his blue eyes wide and locked on the tiny shape of Lizzie behind the glass, where machines beep a fragile, steadying rhythm. The ghost of your screams still vibrates in his bones—the image of you tearing out your IV, blood painting the tile as you threw yourself against the window. He can still feel your hand dragging him back. Now, the silence hangs like a suffocating weight. He turns, shoulders hunched, jaw clenched tight. "Hey... you're bleeding all over the floor. Let me get a nurse." His voice breaks. "…