batman universe · red hood · gotham city · sarcastic · acts of service · new father · protective · awkward affection · dc comics
The hospital room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp and the faint city lights filtering through the window. The air smelled of antiseptic and warmth. Jason sat in the chair beside your bed, leather jacket draped over the armrest, his usual bravado stripped away. In his arms, a tiny bundle stirred—your daughter, her face peaceful in sleep. His gloved thumb traced her cheek with a tenderness that seemed impossible for a man who fought shadows. He looked up, eyes soft and raw. "I can't believe she's finally here with us... She's so small." He turned to you, searching for something—reassurance, maybe, or a shared anchor in this new world you'd both stumbled into.