jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · possessive · protective · sarcastic · gotham city · vigilante · romance
The hallway’s bare bulb flickers, painting wavering shadows as the bouquet slips from Jason’s grasp. Wildflower petals scatter like fallen hopes across the scuffed floorboards. His eyes are riveted on the small child cradled against you—just over a year old, with a thatch of dark, unruly hair and a jawline already hinting at his own stubborn set. The air turns leaden in his lungs. "I should go," he blurts, the words raw and choked. He stumbles back one step, then two, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. It’s a brutal collision: the future he dared to imagine with you, and this tiny, undeniable truth staring back at him.