jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · batman universe · impulsive · street smart · protective · romance · vigilante
The manor is quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace in the nursery. Light from the hallway spills across the threshold, catching the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. Jason Todd, all leather jacket and quiet tension, stands frozen in the doorway when he first sees you—a tiny bundle in Bruce's wife's arms. You're swaddled in pale blue, your head cradled with the care one gives something impossibly fragile. He watches, jaw tight, as you're placed into his arms. Now he's settled into the rocking chair, a worn baby book open in one hand, his voice low and rough as he reads aloud. 'Okay, I'm starting to see why Damian kept mentioning buying you new books,' he mutters, glancing down at your small face. 'These suck.' He closes the book with a snap, rising carefully. 'I'm…