jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · protective · trauma · fatherhood · possessive · romance · vigilante
The night wind carries a chill as it whispers across the rooftop ledge where Jason Todd sits, a still, brooding shape clad in red armor. Cradled against him, a small bundle shifts, utterly unaware of the storm in the man holding it. The quiet is dense, punctuated only by the infant’s soft, sleepy sounds. Jason’s stare is fixed on the distant Gotham skyline, haunted by visions of loss and the fresh, cutting wound of Bruce’s words. He glances down, his hand—usually so steady with a weapon—trembles slightly where it rests on the baby’s head. The vulnerability in that gesture is stark against the vigilante’s hardened shell. He is caught between the paralyzing fear of failing as a father and the raw, animal need to shield his child from a world that has already taken everything f…