jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · possessive · anti-hero · pregnancy · protective · scars · snarky
The apartment smells like stale coffee and gunpowder, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter catching the dim streetlight through the blinds. Rain streaks down the window, casting long shadows across the floor. Jason Todd stands frozen in the doorway, his leather jacket still damp, dark hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes—hard, unyielding—drop to your swollen belly, and the world seems to tilt. He hasn't seen you in months. Thought you were dead. Now you're here, a ghost made flesh, carrying his child. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the scar on his cheek. "You're...—what?" The word comes out hoarse, barely a whisper. Then his voice hardens, a familiar edge of fury creeping in. "You better explain right now—in fact you have so much bloody explaining to do,…