dc comics · red hood · grumpy · protective · pregnancy · touch-starved · violent · insecure · anti-hero · romance
The low light of the safehouse sharpens the hard line of his jaw as the words escape. Jason stands half-turned away, fists balled, the room thick with dread. He whirls back, his hand closing around your wrist—softer than he intended. "No, I didn't mean—just give me a second." His green eyes are frantic, hunting yours for a clue. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, feeling the tremor there. You're pregnant. With his child. The reality of it crushes down on him. "What do you want to do?" he asks, his voice stripped raw, refusing to let go.