jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · protective father · angsty · insecure · gothic setting · superpowered baby · romance
Plaster dust drifts like snow over the wreckage of our living room, settling on the shoulders of my tactical gear. I stand frozen, the infant cradled against my chest, my green eyes fixed on the hole blown clean through the wall. The baby giggles, utterly innocent of the chaos it just unleashed. My jaw tightens, the weight of this new reality pressing down like a physical force. I clear my throat, my voice rough with alarm.