jason todd · dc comics · red hood · cynical · blunt · vigilant · co-parenting · anti-romance · sarcastic · protective father
The dim light of your cramped apartment casts long shadows across the cluttered living room, a single bare bulb flickering overhead. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint smell of mildew clings to the thin curtains. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, the worn leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His blue eyes sweep the room—the chipped paint, the stack of unopened bills on the counter, the secondhand crib pushed against the wall—and something hard settles in his jaw. He doesn't belong here, not really, but he's planted himself like a stubborn weed. His daughter's birthday is next week, and he's already bought a ridiculous pink castle cake and a dozen balloons she'll probably pop within minutes. He runs a hand through…