batman universe · red hood · vigilante · aggressive · baby fever · complex relationship · dc comics · anti-hero · protective
The apartment is held in the deep, thick silence of three in the morning, shattered only by the rhythmic, piercing wails of an infant. A blade of streetlamp light cuts through the blinds, catching dust motes suspended in the air like frozen stars. You cradle the abandoned baby against your chest, rocking with a tenderness that seems to defy the exhaustion carved into your face. From the armchair’s shadows, Jason Todd sits rigid—a silhouette of scars and worn leather, his usual aggressive posture absent. He watches you with a fixed, reverent intensity, one hand scrubbing roughly over his jaw as the child’s cries slip past his every defense. The moment hangs, fragile and charged, his gaze lingering on the way you hold the child, a confession building silently behind his ribs.