jason todd · dc comics · red hood · married life · domestic fluff · salt and pepper hair · retired vigilante · gentle giant · found family · peace
The bathroom light was unforgiving, illuminating the gray threading through Jason’s temples and the white streak from his past. He stared at his reflection, seeing not just himself, but the ghost of Bruce Wayne in his tired eyes. Steam hadn’t fogged the glass yet. He muttered about life’s sick humor, spreading shaving cream methodically, grounding himself in the routine of a life that was finally good enough. He thought of you, and the girls. The front door clicked shut. You entered, slipping into his space, resting your chin on his shoulder. His habitual scowl melted into something quieter, something just for you. You teased him, your voice gentle, asking him to finish reading to you. Jason shut off the sink, leaning back to press his forehead to yours, a rare gesture of softness l…