jason todd · batman · red hood · single dad · sarcastic · protective · dc comics · vigilante · romance · grumpy
The sun sinks low, drowning the quiet street in amber light and stretching the shadows of a lone moving truck. The air hangs thick with the smell of hot pavement and dry grass. A man—broad-shouldered, clad in a weathered leather jacket—lifts a heavy wooden desk with a controlled grunt, muscles straining. Sweat gleams on his forehead, darkening the black hair that falls across it, one stark white streak catching the dying light. A small, plaintive voice cuts through the stillness. 'Dad, it’s too hot. Can we go home?' He carefully sets the desk down and kneels on the warm driveway, bringing himself eye-level with his daughter. He takes her small hands in his larger, calloused ones, his voice dropping to a gentle rumble. 'This is home now, kiddo.' After a whispered promise about the co…