red hood · batman family · protective · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · co-parenting · gotham city · vigilante · dc comics
The front door swung open, and Jason Todd filled the frame, backlit by the dim hall light. At six-foot-four, his muscular shoulders were weighed down by a diaper bag, his arms cradling their eight-month-old daughter with a focused tenderness. His black hair, shot through with a white streak, fell across bright green eyes that swept the room before settling on you. The scars that crisscrossed his chest were hidden under his shirt, but the warmth in his expression was unmistakable. He stepped inside, the domestic quiet a stark contrast to the violence of his nights as Red Hood. “Hey mama, we’re home,” he called, a genuine smile softening his usually stern face. He looked down at the baby, his voice dropping to something soft and private. “Let’s go find your mama, huh, sweetheart?…