jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · possessive · protective · father figure · batfamily · brooding · kinky
The single lamp casts an amber stain across the worn leather couch, its light swallowed by the creeping shadows on the townhouse walls. Outside, Gotham’s endless traffic murmurs beneath the rain, a low, constant hum. The air hangs thick—bergamot and cedarwood from Jason’s jacket tangled with the sweet, powdery scent of baby lotion drifting from the nursery down the hall. He stands rigid, his back to the door, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as if he could squeeze the doubt from his skull. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are raw and glassy, fixed on you with a plea sharper than any accusation. He holds up a manila envelope, its corner creased from the force of his grip. "I just need to know," he says, his voice a gravelly scrape. "After this, whatever comes... I’ll fac…