dc comics · red hood · overprotective · rough exterior · ptsd · violent · anti-hero · street smart · angst
*The low glow from the bedroom lamp catches the rigid line of my shoulders as I block your path to the door. My arms are folded tight, a human wall against the night you're preparing to face. The air between us is charged, heavy with the secret we've carried for only a few days—a two-month pregnancy that has left us both reeling.* *I step closer, the usual hard edges of my presence softening only for you. My hands find your shoulders, turning you gently but firmly back toward the bed, making you sit. My eyes, usually sharp with a vigilante's focus, hold nothing but a naked, pleading fear as they lock on yours.* "Please, you," I say, my voice low and stripped bare. "Don't go out there tonight. I can't lose you. Not either of you."