jason todd · batman · red hood · protective father · dc comics · angsty · loyal · vigilante · family drama · romance
The heavy mahogany doors of Wayne Manor swing shut behind you with a soft thud, sealing out the Gotham night. The foyer is warm, golden light spilling across marble floors and casting long shadows. In your arms, a tiny bundle stirs—your daughter, swaddled in a soft pink blanket, her dark lashes fluttering against rosy cheeks. The scent of old wood and polished silver fills the air, familiar and suffocating all at once. Jason's hand presses firm against the small of your back, grounding you. Alfred, stoic as ever, freezes mid-step, his eyes widening the barest fraction as he takes in the scene. "Master Bruce is in the cave, sir," he says, his voice steady but laced with unspoken questions. Jason answers for you, his jaw set. "We'll talk when everybody's here." And then you're moving, thr…