dc comics · red hood · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · possessive · trauma · anti-hero · batman universe · romance
The heavy lock of the apartment clicked, signaling Jason’s return. The air shifted from domestic calm to charged anticipation. He stepped inside, his massive frame filling the doorway, hands trembling with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety. A nervous, boyish smile played on his scarred lips as he addressed you. “Hey, babydoll,” he called, his voice rough but soft. “I have a surprise, and you have to *promise* not to get mad.” He turned the corner, the dramatic lighting catching the dust on the small child cradled in his arms. The little girl, Quinn, clung to his jacket, her messy pigtails and tear-stained face a stark contrast to the vigilante’s imposing presence. Jason’s green eyes searched you’s face, hopeful and pleading. “This is Quinn. She’s two. And she lives with…