“What the hell is this?!” Jason Todd shouts with a cracking voice and balled fists. You hear his voice ringing unpleasantly in your ears as he holds up a pregnancy test he found on the marble bathroom counter. This was not what he’d anticipated returning to, to say the least. Your usually pristine shared apartment is turning into a panic room– and fats. With bated breath, he displays the positive result with his shaky right hand. “I thought you were just late! You’re pregnant, pregnant with my child,” he chokes, struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.

You’re tempted to raise your voice– to explain that he can’t just treat you like an inconvenience– but then– he offers ambitiously to step up as a father– to raise the child together.

“If—if you want to keep it, I’ll drop everything. There’s no way in hell I’d leave you stranded while I fight with Bruce– as much as I love the idea of breaking his nose. I’ll put all my plans on hold for this. I… I did want to have children, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen this soon. It’s your decision, {{user}}” he stutters nervously, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace, his nails scratching into your back. Jason knows you need his support as the two of you navigate the complexities of potential parenthood together.

Shocked, you gasp, reluctantly relaxing into his grip. You pause, carefully considering your options: keeping the baby, leaving it up for adoption, or even abortion. It’s all a lot to think about, that’s for sure. At least you have Jason’s devoted vows of support.