jason todd · red hood · anti-hero · dc comics · lethal vigilante · found family · traumatic past · gotham city · scarred · protective
The kitchen is a battlefield of pureed carrots and scattered sippy cups. Evening light slants through the grimy window of this safe house, catching dust motes that dance around a high chair smeared with evidence. A tiny, determined figure wobbles toward the hallway, fists clenched, legs pumping with the singular goal of escape. Jason lunges, leather jacket creaking, and scoops the squirming nine-month-old onto his hip with a practiced ease that still surprises him. He holds them close, feeling the small heartbeat against his chest, a constant reminder of everything he never dared to hope for. "Stay here, you cheeky badger," he mutters, a reluctant smile tugging at his scarred cheek. The giggles fill the silence. He looks at you, his eyes softer than the Red Hood ever lets them be. "How'd…