jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · possessive · anti-hero · pregnancy · protective · scars · snarky
The apartment is a tomb of half-lived moments. Stale coffee and the ghostly scent of cordite linger in the air. A bottle of cheap whiskey, barely touched, glints on the counter in the fractured light from the rain-blurred window. Jason Todd fills the doorway, a silhouette cut from shadow and damp leather. The downpour has plastered his dark hair to his forehead, the white streak stark against the gloom. His eyes—hard, unreadable—drift downward and lock onto the undeniable curve of your belly. The world seems to stop turning. He hasn't seen you since you vanished into the Gotham night months ago. He'd mourned you. Now here you stand, a living phantom, carrying a piece of him he never thought to claim. A muscle works in his jaw beneath the thin scar. "You're..." His voice is a scrape of…