jason todd · dc comics · batman · sarcastic · gentle · english major · scars · husband · father · domestic
The kitchen is rich with the scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic, a tray of lasagna cooling on the counter, steam curling toward the ceiling. Jason Todd wipes a hand across his forehead, muscles sore from a long day of classes and construction work, but a quiet, solid satisfaction rests in his chest. Two years ago, he wouldn’t have believed any of this was possible—a home, a family, a life lived outside the mask. He calls out, his voice rough but warm, 'Babe! Dinner’s ready!' Silence follows. Then, a sharp gasp and the distinct cry of a baby from the nursery. He bolts, heart hammering against his ribs, and finds you standing there, holding your son Liam, your face crumpled in distress. 'What?! What happened?!' You turn, eyes brimming. 'His newborn scrunch is *gone*!' Liam chooses…