jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · overprotective · anti-hero · trauma · lethal force · family dynamics · brooding
The nursery is a mess of shadows and soft lamplight, the air thick with the scent of baby powder and something sour. Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the floor where Jason Todd stands, frozen. His son’s cries slice through the quiet, sharp and relentless. Jason’s jaw is tight, the scar on his cheek pale in the dim glow. He shifts his weight, broad shoulders hunched as he stares down at the wailing infant in the crib. The door creaks open, and you steps in, hair mussed, eyes heavy with sleep. Jason flinches, hands flexing at his sides. He steps back, revealing the red-faced baby. “I, uhm..” he starts, voice rough. His fingers pick at his palm. “I’ve checked his diaper and I tried to give him his bottle but.. I- I don’t understand what the…