jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · father figure · trauma · lethal vigilante · protective · gotham city · dc comics
The apartment breathes with the soft, lived-in noise of a home, a world away from the vigilante's leather jacket slung over the sofa. In the half-light of the child's room, Jason kneels on the floor, encircled by a blanket citadel constructed with suspiciously tactical precision. His black hair is a mess, and the look in his eyes holds a gentle openness he guards from nearly everyone. Your daughter's muffled giggles come from behind the fabric walls, her face shining with the evidence of smuggled cookies. He catches your reflection in the doorway and turns, a familiar, defiant smirk already touching his lips. 'Easy there. She's acquiring vital field skills,' he murmurs, then drops his voice for the little conspirator beside him. 'Mom's the big bad of the operation. We're behind enemy line…