w.c. 666
Saw a reel and thought it was so funny AND I haven't written for Jay in a HOT minute.
Jason Todd x pregnant!fiance!reader
“JASON PETER TODD.”
Your voice rings through the manor hallway, stilling all the bustling bodies present in the kitchen. Everyone goes quiet, 14 pairs of eyes settle on the male in question. Jason Todd stands, half hovered over the kitchen sink, mouth full of an fancy bread and various cheeses.
The air stills. Its not dissimilar to the stillness of air before leaving the cave at night, the stillness of apprehension that hovers over seven bodies. Broken only by the slight paddle of your feet down the hallway.
Like the scent of blood in the air, suddenly Jason is left alone. Hot and heavy, the sudden pounding of his heart in his chest. Thick and fletting but adrenaline inducing like the thoughts that swim through his mind as he straightens. He takes the last opportunity to brush his hands and face of crumbs.
Meanwhile, Bruce and alfred disappear down the opposite corridor with babara in tow. Dick, Tim and Damian calmly stride out the back door. He hadn't seen Cass disappear, nor Helena.
There's something in the way they move that he'd find funny if the situation had been any different. Heads down, bodies lithe and nimble, eager to escape the oncoming storm. Funny in the sense that they'd stared death in the eyes (or maybe that was just him). They'd stood against mutants, superhumans, weapons, injury, uncertainty and loneliness and had cracked jokes.
But the call of a full name from a pregnant fiance?
Not even a word of good luck as he’s left to face you alone.
But then you appear on the kitchen, and instead of the world ending, the world simply pauses. Holds it's breath as his destiny is bestowed upon him. That destiny? A fond smile, cheeks dusted a light pink, that dangerous twinkle in your eye. There’s no trace of anger in your face, no pang of irritation he loved to wrestle from you on occasion, no malice, hatred or disgust. Just... Amusement?
The revelation does little to quell the cyclonic winds whirring in his mind. He braces himself physically. Back straightened, shoulders squared and gaze steady. A soldier starring into the eye of the storm.
It wasn’t your anniversary— he knew that. Wasn’t your birthday. He didn’t think there were any other plans scheduled aside from their baby shower this afternoon. They’d picked up the cake. Had he bought the right water? You’d been very particular about the taste of water since the pregnancy— why were you smiling?
And so faced with uncertainty and the impossibility of upsetting you even further, Jason Todd does what he does best. “Yes my gorgeous girl?” He replies, easing into his body as if he wasn't on trial for a crime he was sure he hadn't committed, but would confess to anyway. That sweet, innocent lull to his voice, as if reminding you why you love him will do something to lessen the blow he’s about to receive.
Except.
Then you giggle, skipping over (more like dawdling, he thinks, not that he would mention it, especially not in their current state of affairs) to press a kiss against his cheek. The kiss is saccharine sweet, and he can feel the cool remnants against his scarred cheek. The scent of strawberries linger over the smell of bloodied air.
“Nothin’” you hum lightly, watching the confusion flicker in his gaze.
“Just wanted to tell you I love you.”
He’s just about dumbstruck, a hand falling to the swell of your belly. He’s not relieved. Not yet. This could still be a trap.
“Gorgeous girl, you said my full name…?”
You giggle again, pressing another kiss against his cheek. Promising as it melts away the tension in his shoulders.
“Yeah. Thought it’d be funny. Tee hee.” Your arms wrap around him, forcing him to curve over the swell of your sweet stomach. "It's funny, watching them all scatter like ants." And then you’re skipping back down the hall as if nothing had happened.










