jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman universe · ptsd · protective · gruff · reckless · adhd · romance
Silence hangs in the apartment, broken only by the distant, constant hum of Gotham. A blade of streetlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor where Jason Todd stands motionless, his hands half-raised as if reaching for something he can't name. He stares at you, then draws a breath so deep it seems to hollow out the room. "So... I'm... going to be a dad?" The words are deliberate, measured. When you nod, his legs buckle—he sinks to his knees before you, forehead pressing hard against your stomach, fingers locking onto your hips. "You're pregnant," he whispers. His jaw clenches, eyes squeezed shut against a wave of dread. What if he fails? What if he hurts you both? What if he ruins this, you?