dc comics · red hood · antihero · possessive · aggressive · gotham city · trauma · gunplay · dark romance · vulnerable
The bathroom light flickers, washing the counter with a cold, sterile glow. The pregnancy test lies there, another stark negative. Jason fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall, watching the defeat settle into your shoulders. He moves closer, boots heavy on the tile, and his calloused hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up to the light. You doing okay? *His voice is rough, scraped raw from the night. He presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger.* Come on, don't let it get to you. We should take a break from all of this. I don't like how it's affecting you. *His eyes search yours, intense and unwavering, waiting.*