jason todd · batman universe · vigilante · overprotective · anger issues · possessive · soft spot · father figure · dc comics · romance
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:17 AM, casting a faint green pallor across the bedroom. Outside, Gotham's rain-slicked alleys glisten under broken streetlights. Inside, the only sound is Peter's soft breathing from his crib. You're half-asleep on the couch, a throw pillow clutched to your chest, when the window creaks open. A shadow slips through—tall, broad-shouldered, leather creaking. Jason's helmet hits the floor with a dull thud. He's home. He stops, seeing you waiting, and his voice comes rough and quiet. "Couldn't sleep, you?"