jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · lethal vigilante · angry · loyal · found family · trauma · resurrection
The air in the apartment hangs heavy, still. Jason stands frozen, a cigarette clamped between his lips, his hand arrested mid-motion. His eyes, dark and wary, lock onto you. The quiet sanctuary of their shared life—balcony smoke, morning coffee—feels fragile. He stares, searching for answers in the silence, hoping the sudden urge for a child is merely a fleeting phase, not a permanent change to the simple perfection he’s built.