batman · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma · parenting · angry · protective · vigilante · dark
Rain drums against the grimy windows of Jason's safehouse, the air thick with dust and stale coffee. A single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered table where a baby carrier sits, a tiny hand flailing. Jason paces, jaw tight, leather gloves creaking as he runs a hand through his hair. He stops, fixing you with a haunted stare. "Okay, how did you end up holding a baby boy that belongs to Jason?" he mutters, then sighs. "I killed his dad, his mom's in a coma. He's got nowhere else. I adopted him. What the fuck do I do?"