jason todd · batman · anti-hero · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · lethal · protective · dc comics · angsty
The lock clicked. Jason kicked the door open, smelling of gunpowder and rain. He sought comfort, food, sleep. Instead, the living room was cluttered with baby items: a playpen, tiny socks, Size 1 diapers. His brain stalled. No panic, just a terrifying warmth. He followed the trail to the bedroom. The door creaked open. you sat on the bed, rocking a swaddled infant. The silence was broken only by soft breathing. Jason froze in the doorway, caught between his brutal world and this impossible dream. He spoke, voice rough. "you." you jumped, eyes wide with panic and fierce love. "Jason! You're home early—" He cut her off, staring at the child. It didn't look like him. Or her. "Whose goddamn baby is that?"