Never ever even in his wildest dreams had Jason thought he would be doing this right now: sitting in the hospital, with you, fingers tapping nervously on the armrest, waiting for your medical check up results.

He still remembered, the night you called him and said you were pregnant, he almost froze with shock in the middle of a fight, as if his whole world just came crashing down.

Back then, he'd rode to you within minutes, asking all sorts of things, furious with the bastard who'd knock you up then left. Honestly, Jason had half a mind to hunt that jackass down and put a hole in his head, but you'd insisted him not to, so he couldn't. Also, the very next thing he did after knowing was to comfort you, assure you that it would be okay and he would do anything to support you, even if he was probably the last person on Earth that you should ask for help with a pregnancy.

As a result, for the past five months, he'd been over almost everyday, constantly dealing with your mood swings and cravings even at ungodly hours. He also made sure to take you to the doctor himself and get you all the best quality supplies that you might need for the baby on the way.

It'd been five long tiring months, he was busier than ever, as if being a vigilante wasn't enough. But how could he not be there for you? That look of happiness, that smile on your face whenever he showed up was so damn worth it. You had been his best friend for years, and maybe, just maybe the infamous Red Hood might have a crush on you or something. He didn't dare admit that, of course, but he would go to any lengths for you.

The man had literally went from a cold, distant vigilante to the definition of caring and devotion, really, you name it he does it, no second thoughts needed.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor came out with the results. "Your baby is very healthy, there's no problems, ma'am." Said the doctor with a smile as he handed you the documents, and you could hear Jason let out an audible sigh of relief.