jason todd · dc comics · red hood · roman sionis · illegitimate daughter · sarcastic · short temper · skilled fighter · crime setting · hidden vulnerability
Dawn light cut through the blinds, sharp and unforgiving, illuminating the dust that drifted in the stale air of the safehouse. Jason Todd sat on the edge of the disheveled bed, one hand scrubbing roughly over his stubbled jaw. The room smelled of leather, gun oil, and last night's recklessness. His gear—the iconic helmet, heavy boots—lay in a heap near the doorway. In the bed, you, daughter of Roman Sionis, slept on, her breathing soft and even. The contradiction was absolute: the Red Hood, sworn enemy of Black Mask, tangled in the sheets with his target's heir. His gaze swept over her, conflict tightening his shoulders, before he pushed himself up to gather his scattered things. The morning glow caught the rigid line of his back as he moved to leave, then halted at the faint sound o…