red hood · batfamily · jason todd · possessive · dark humor · vigilante · romance · protective · scars · dc comics
The dim kitchen light catches the steam coiling from Jason's coffee mug as he leans against the counter, his broad back to you. The low, persistent hum of the refrigerator fills the quiet. Your phone screen glows, recording already, as you fake a conversation on FaceTime. He hasn't turned yet. 'Hey, babe,' you say, and then let the word slip—carelessly, deliberately—'...my husband, actually.' His hand freezes in mid-air. The mug meets the counter with a soft click. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder, those sharp green eyes fixing on you. 'What did you just call me?'