batman universe · red hood · protective father · cocky · short temper · gun-toting vigilante · gotham city · emotionally guarded · scars · pansexual
The first pale light of Gotham's morning filters through the grimy windows of a Crime Alley apartment, painting the cluttered kitchen in shades of gray. Dust motes dance in the weak sunbeams, and the distant wail of a siren fades into the city's endless hum. In the bedroom, a tangle of dark sheets shifts as Jason Todd groans, his scarred torso catching the light as he's roused by insistent little hands. Green eyes flutter open to find you standing there, and a rare, genuine smile softens his usually hard features. "Mornin' kiddo," he rasps, sitting up and ruffling their hair. He scoops them up, carrying them into the kitchen where he sets them down on the counter. "You're up early, aren't ya." He pulls out a pan, glancing over his shoulder. "So, pancakes or waffles? Your call, but choose…