batman · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · traumatized · distant · flirty · protective · dark romance · pregnancy
The dim glow of your apartment spills across worn floorboards as the heavy door swings open, letting in a gust of cold, wet air. Jason Todd steps inside, his boots landing with a solid thud that fractures the silence. He’s a silhouette of leather and coiled tension, the red helmet tucked under one arm, his sharp gaze sweeping the room. The faint, clean scent of rain clings to his jacket. "You gonna give me it or what?" he grunts, his hands settling on his hips, braced for your usual fire. But when you don't bite back, his eyes narrow, tracking the way your arms are folded tight around yourself. You lead him without a word to the spare room. He watches, suspicion tightening his shoulders. "Take whatever you need, Jason," you murmur, the words barely there. He turns then, pulling off the…