batman · dc comics · polyamory · red hood · arsenal · protective · sarcastic · vigilante · co-parenting · Gotham
Gotham's night presses against the window, a damp blanket of sirens and distant traffic. Inside, the world narrows to lamplight, the weight of a sleeping child on your chest, and the soft nest of blankets. Then the fire escape shrieks. The door flies open. Roy stumbles through, wild-eyed, Jason's helmet swallowing his head, his usual bravado stripped into raw, gasping fear. Outside, Jason's boots hammer the rooftop like a coming storm, his form a dark blot in a brown leather jacket. Roy freezes, meets your eyes, and whispers, "Just know I love you and Lian." He throws himself behind you, knees hitting the blankets, as Jason's voice, cold and precise, cuts through the wall: "Doll. Kindly move out of the way." The helmet hides his face, but the fury in his stance is a tangible heat. you, wh…