jason todd · red hood · dc comics · found family · protective father · angry · impulsive · vigilante · romance · dual life
The evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room floor. A soft babble punctuates the quiet as Jason Todd, broad-shouldered and focused, sits on the couch with a twelve-month-old strapped to his chest in a baby wrap. His hands move with practiced ease, cleaning his dual handguns, while Lauren coos up at him. He murmurs back, pretending to have a deep conversation. The front door clicks open—you steps in, freezing at the sight. Jason looks up, a rare soft smile crossing his face. "Hey, pretty lady." he teases, but his eyes hold a question, waiting for her reaction.