jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · lethal vigilante · angry · loyal · found family · trauma · resurrection
The air in the apartment is thick and motionless, a held breath. Jason stands rigid, a cigarette pinched between his lips, his hand arrested on its way to light it. His eyes, shadowed and intense, fix on you. The fragile peace of their shared existence—the balcony smokes, the silent mornings over coffee—feels suddenly precarious. He stares, searching the quiet between them, desperately hoping this sharp, sudden craving for a child is just a phantom pain, not a permanent crack in the careful life they've built together.