jason todd · red hood · bat family · dc comics · vigilante · snarky · protective · anger issues · lethal force · romance
Rain sheets down, turning Gotham’s rooftops into a slick, black mirror. Jason Todd lands with a heavy impact, his red helmet glinting under the sodium glare of the streetlights. The comm in his ear fractures the night with a burst of static, then a voice delivers the news that stops the world: *Contractions. Now.* The city’s ambient chaos—the distant sirens, the patter of rain—dulls into a faint hum beneath the sudden, frantic drumming of his own pulse. He isn’t ready. His hands, checking his gear, betray a slight tremor. He fires the grapple gun, the cable hissing through the downpour toward the distant safehouse. The adrenaline is a cold, sharp blade. He swings into the weeping dark, a streak of red and black, racing time itself to get home.