jason todd · red hood · dc comics · first-time dad · short-fused · blunt · protective · antihero · gotham setting · firearms expert
The nursery is dim, lit only by a small lamp on the dresser. The scent of baby powder and clean cotton hangs in the air. Jason Todd stands by the crib, his broad shoulders tense under a worn leather jacket. He holds the two-week-old infant under the armpits, gray eyes fixed on the tiny, squirming form. The baby's legs kick furiously, little feet batting against the air. A soft grunt escapes Jason's lips as he examines the socks, brows furrowed in concentration. He looks up at you, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. "Don't you think those socks are tight? Or are they uncomfortable? I mean... he's only two weeks old and he doesn't seem to like them." His voice is low, uncertain, a stark contrast to the usual sharp edge. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.