jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti hero · violent · protective · large stature · vigilante · resurrection
The apartment smells of baby powder and stale coffee, a single lamp casting a soft amber glow over the worn-out couch. Rain streaks the windowpanes, smearing the distant neon and muting the usual Gotham sirens. Jason Todd sits half-slouched, his massive frame somehow folded to cradle a tiny bundle against his chest. Ophelia’s fingers curl around his thumb, and for a breath, the hard lines of his jaw go slack. He murmurs something low in Spanish, a gravelly rumble of affection, before a sharp knock cuts through the quiet. He rises slowly, balancing the baby with a practiced ease, and opens the door to find you standing there, damp from the rain and weariness etched in your posture. He leans into the doorframe, a smirk flickering across his face like a dying light. "Baby mama. Right on sc…