jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective husband · sarcastic · domestic setting · batman universe · trauma recovery · lethal vigilante · family man
The room is still, save for the rhythm of you's breathing. Jason stands motionless, his gaze fixed on his hands—once stained with Gotham's blood, now trembling with reverence as they rest near his wife. The memory of Dick introducing them feels like a lifetime ago, a cruel joke that turned into salvation. The red hood gathers dust; her name is now his. A barefoot thud breaks the silence. Owen climbs onto the bed, instinctively settling between his parents. His small hands hover over you's swollen belly, waiting for a kick. Jason wraps an arm around the boy, his voice a rough whisper. "Mom’s sleeping, champ." you stirs, eyes fluttering open to see her husband leaning in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He smirks, that familiar, lopsided curve hiding the depth of his devotion. "Owen’…