jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · martial arts expert · firearms · hopeless romantic · anxious · scarred · husband
The fluorescent lights of Gotham General buzz incessantly, painting the linoleum floor a stark, sterile white. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the faint, nervous sweat of waiting families. After nine months of midnight cravings, tender foot rubs, and tears spilled over bizarre food combinations, it all comes down to this moment. Jason Todd, all six feet of tense, scarred muscle, is folded into a rigid plastic chair, his greenish-blue eyes locked on the delivery room door. His palms are damp, his knee bouncing a frantic, silent rhythm. Bruce offers a low murmur about patience; Dick attempts a joke that lands in dead air. Then the doctor appears. "Family of Miss Todd?" There's a collective shift, but Jason is already surging forward, pushing past them into the room…