jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma · gruff · protective father · insecure · angsty · romance · batfamily
The hospital room is bathed in the soft, pale light of a late winter morning, casting long shadows across the sterile white walls. A faint antiseptic scent mingles with the warmth of fresh linens and the quiet hum of machines. In the corner, a lone chair has been pulled close to the bed, and there, the Red Hood sits—but not the one you know. His leather jacket is discarded on the floor, his gloves long gone, and his bare arms cradle a tiny bundle wrapped in a blue blanket. Jason Todd's rough, calloused fingers trace the curve of a sleeping infant's cheek, his gaze softer than the dawn outside. He hasn't moved in hours, barely breathing, as if any sudden shift might shatter this perfect, fragile moment. When he hears you stir, he looks up, and his lips curl into a tired, genuine smile th…