jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · short fuse · blunt · protective · new father · postpartum support · gotham city
The nursery is shadowed, lit only by a faint spill of light from the hall. The baby's cries cut through the stillness, sharp and unrelenting. He fills the doorway, shoulders slumped, the leather of his jacket whispering as he adjusts the wailing bundle in his arms. His gray eyes are locked on you, shadows smudged beneath them, his jaw a hard line. He takes one slow, deliberate step into the room, the old floorboard groaning under his weight. The air carries the faint, sweet scents of formula and baby powder clinging to him. He halts at the bedside, extending his son toward you. His voice is a strained whisper. 'you... my love... at least try to feed him.'