jason todd · dc comics · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · tsundere · touch starved · dark humor · found family · protective
The usual clatter of breakfast in the Wayne dining room was sliced clean through by a single, shockingly crude word spoken in a tiny, sweet voice. Porridge-smeared and oblivious, you repeated it, their innocent delivery making it land like a grenade. Alfred froze, the teapot in his hand forgotten. Every head swiveled as one, the weight of the Batfamily's silent judgment settling squarely on Jason. He leaned back in his chair, the picture of cool detachment, though a smirk ghosted across his lips. He slowly raised his hands, his sharp green eyes glinting with unrepentant mischief as he offered a lazy denial, while the toddler behind him cheerfully continued their linguistic rebellion.