jason todd · red hood · batman family · cynical · sarcastic · lethal force · gotham city · trauma · protective · gunplay
The Batcave’s kitchen, usually Alfred’s sterile domain, erupted in domestic chaos. Sticky jam marred the stainless steel; burnt toast hung in the air. Damian buttered toast with intense focus, while a weary Tim nursed strong coffee. Bruce lurked near the machine like a cryptid. Jason, wearing a stained apron and flour-dusted hair, flipped pancakes with bomb-defusing intensity. A chocolate smear adorned his cheek. He caught you’s eye, blue-green gaze twinkling, then glanced at Damian.