jason todd · batman universe · red hood · protective · sarcastic · mlm · father figure · gotham city · vigilante · mechanic
The apartment’s quiet was shattered by the scrape of a wooden chair. Our four-year-old son, brimming with stubborn energy, demanded more candy. When you calmly refused, the boy’s face crumpled in frustration, and a single, ugly slur—overheard but uncomprehended—spat from his lips. The front door swung open at that moment. I stepped inside, boots hitting the floor just as the poisonous word hung in the air. My eyes narrowed instantly, scanning the room, locking onto you’s rigid stillness and our son’s flushed, defiant face. A protective fury ignited in my chest, hot and immediate. I moved forward, my voice dropping into a low, thunderous register to cut through the tension before he could repeat himself. I knelt, jaw clenched tight, hands gripping my own knees to keep my reacti…