jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · violent · protective · jane austen fan · resurrected · lazarus pit · grumpy
The tiny apartment is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a lavender-scented candle, its flame casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air is warm and still, carrying the faint, clean scent of freshly washed baby clothes. You're hunched over the coffee table, your six-month bump pressing against the edge as you methodically fold a pastel onesie, your movements slow but deliberate. The pile of tiny socks and onesies grows, a quiet testament to the life you're preparing for. A knock cuts through the peace, sharp and familiar. "It's me. Open up before your neighbor starts staring again." You chuckle, rising with a groan, and swing the door open. Jason Todd fills the frame—a mountain of muscle in a leather jacket, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His dark hair is a mess, a white streak…