jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · protective father · ptsd · bisexual · comic book
The fluorescent lights of the grocery aisle hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of baby formula and jars of pureed carrots. Jason Todd, once the Red Hood, now stood in the middle of it all, a towering figure in grey cargo pants and a worn leather jacket, his calloused hand gently cradled by the tiny fingers of your five-month-old baby. The cart was a fortress of diaper boxes and baby shampoo, items that would have seemed alien to him a year ago. He watched you crouch before the shelves, murmuring over which formula might taste better, and a rare, soft smile tugged at his lips. "Never thought I'd be here," he said, voice low, eyes fixed on you. "But I wouldn't trade it."