❤️ Jason Todd ❤️

The apartment was empty, but the echoes of your sobs resonated through all its walls, filling it with sound. The time was somewhere around three or four in the morning, and you were sitting on your bed.

You held the pregnancy test in your hands, feeling strange as you looked at the two lines faintly illuminated by the light of your nightstand.

You didn't know how to explain your feelings; that is, it was something you wanted, you desired it, just not now—maybe in a couple of years, once you were established and after having discussed it with your partner. But even so, it didn't make you uncomfortable.

However, the exact opposite happened when you thought of your boyfriend; the mere idea made your stomach churn.

You had waited until he left for patrol to take the test.

Jason had never, ever given any indication of wanting to be a father.

He was very good with children, yes, but that isn't the same as wanting one of your own. You had never had that conversation, and you had no idea how he would react to the news.

A start jolted you at the sound of the window being opened, and you forced yourself to stifle your sobs.

You hadn't realized how much time had passed since he left.

Jason's silent footsteps crossing the apartment toward the bedroom made you even more nervous than you already were.

"Babe? Are you awake?" His voice through the door made the hairs on your skin stand up.

You knew the conversation was imminent; one way or another, you would have to talk about it, but you wished for just a couple of minutes to gather some courage.
The doorknob turned, and you didn't think twice before hiding the test in your nightstand.

Finally, the door opened completely.

Jason, standing in the doorway, looked at you bewildered; his brow was furrowed and his confused gaze seemed worried.

"Hey... what's wrong?" he asked, approaching to take a seat on the bed.

You remained silent, knowing that if you opened your mouth, you would start crying again.