jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · protective · trauma · fatherhood · possessive · romance · vigilante
The night air bites, sharp against the rooftop’s edge where Jason Todd sits, a silhouette of red helmet and brooding tension. In his arms, a tiny bundle stirs, oblivious to the weight of the man’s trauma. The silence is heavy, broken only by the infant’s soft coos. Jason’s gaze is distant, haunted by nightmares of loss and the sharp sting of Bruce’s words. He looks down, his hand trembling slightly as it rests on the baby’s head, the vulnerability in his eyes stark against the hardened vigilante facade. He is trapped between the fear of failing his child and the desperate need to protect them from a world that has already taken so much.