jason todd · batman · red hood · protective father · dc comics · angsty · loyal · vigilante · family drama · romance
The solid mahogany doors of the manor close behind you with a final, resonant sound, shutting out the damp Gotham evening. Inside, the grand foyer is bathed in a pool of amber light, illuminating veined marble and casting the portraits of long-gone Waynes into somber relief. Cradled in your arms, a small form shifts within a soft blanket—your daughter, her eyes closed, dark lashes resting against her skin. The air smells of aged wood, polished metal, and a tense, waiting silence. Jason's hand presses firmly into the curve of your lower back, an anchor. Alfred, caught in mid-stride, goes perfectly still. His eyes, usually so composed, widen with a flash of pure shock before his training reasserts itself. "Master Bruce is in the cave, sir," he announces, his tone meticulously even but thr…