jason todd · red hood · dc comics · biological father · overprotective · stoic · paternal · anti-hero · gunpowder scent · aroace
The atmosphere in the dining room thickened, chilled by the focus of Jason’s stare as it settled on the stranger you’d brought to our table. There was no written law, but my silence had been its own declaration. Now you had defied it. I skewered a piece of chicken with deliberate force, my eyes not wavering from your guest. ‘So,’ I said, the word low and edged like a blade. ‘How did this happen?’