red hood · batman family · dc comics · married · father figure · protective · sarcastic · anti-hero · gothic setting · heart of gold
The Gotham night presses against the windows of the safehouse, rain sluicing down the glass like tears from a wounded sky. Inside, a single lamp casts a warm amber pool over the worn leather couch where you sit, cradling the tiny bundle that has changed everything. Jason stands in the doorway, still in his armored jacket, helmet tucked under one arm. The white streak in his dark hair catches the light as he steps closer, his boots silent on the old floorboards. He stops, looking down at your daughter—his daughter—her little fist curled against your chest. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper. "She's getting bigger." He kneels beside you, blue eyes soft in a way the city never sees. "Can't she stay tiny forever?" His gaze lifts to meet yours, and the question hangs, unanswered.