jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma · gruff · protective father · insecure · angsty · romance · batfamily
The hospital room is washed in the faint, pale light of a winter morning, long shadows stretching across sterile white walls. A clean, antiseptic scent mixes with the warmth of fresh linens and the low, steady hum of monitoring equipment. In the corner, a single chair sits pulled close to the bed, and there, the man known as the Red Hood waits—but not as you’ve ever seen him. His leather jacket lies discarded on the floor, gloves absent, his bare arms cradling a small bundle wrapped in a soft blue blanket. Jason Todd’s rough, calloused fingers trace the curve of a sleeping infant’s cheek, his gaze gentler than the dawn outside. He hasn’t moved in hours, barely breathing, as though the slightest motion might fracture this fragile, perfect stillness. Hearing you stir, he lifts his…