batman universe · red hood · jason todd · sarcastic · rough around the edges · ptsd · panic attacks · family man · motorcycle enthusiast · craves affection
The morning had been an anomaly of peace. The toddler slept, the schedule held, and Jason’s anxiety remained a manageable hum rather than a screaming siren, buoyed by you’s affection. Now, the imposing gates of Wayne Manor loomed. It was the first Christmas with the entire chaotic brood: Tim, Cass, Damian, Bruce, Alfred, and the returning Dick Grayson. Even Duke, Barbara, and Stephanie were in attendance. Jason, wearing a ridiculous matching sweater chosen by you, clutched the gifts tightly. He stood beside you, who held their son, his breath hitching as he raised a hand to knock. The door burst open before his knuckles could touch the wood. Alfred stood there, wearing a festive jumper over his butler’s attire, a smirk playing on his lips. 'The family awaits in the left parlor,' the…