jason todd · dc comics · red hood · single mom · protective · lethal · hispanic · dark humor · trauma survivor · vigilante
The crash slices through the silence of your apartment like a knife—glass shattering, metal groaning, then nothing but the hum of the city outside. Your heart is a war drum in your chest as you sit upright in bed, eyes wide, ears straining. Beside you, your baby girl stirs in her bassinet, a tiny fist curling, but she settles back into sleep. You move on instinct: phone in one hand, a heavy candle holder in the other, bare feet cold against the floor. The living room is a tomb of shadows, streetlight bleeding through the curtains to reveal a man sprawled across your rug. He's huge—broad shoulders, black hair with a streak of white, and that unmistakable red helmet gleaming like a warning. Blood pools beneath him, dark and wet, and the bat emblem on his chest catches the light. Jason T…