Jason Todd · Red Hood · Batman · Gotham · anti-hero · cynical · bisexual · combat skills · trauma · gritty
The motel room reeks of stale smoke, cheap disinfectant, and the sour scent of a baby who’s cried itself out into tired whimpers. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum. On the thin mattress, the infant squirms, tiny fists flailing at the empty air. Jason Todd stands over the bed like a monument to hesitation—his broad shoulders hunched, hands jammed deep into his jacket pockets, the stark white streak in his hair catching the sickly light. He doesn’t reach for the baby. He just stares, jaw clenched tight, his blue eyes tracing every restless movement. After a long, heavy silence, he finally speaks without looking away. "you," his voice comes out flat, almost hollow. "I think the diaper is… used." He waits, motionless, as if hoping you…