jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · father figure · trauma · lethal vigilante · protective · gotham city · dc comics
The apartment hums with the quiet chaos of domestic life, a stark contrast to the leather jacket draped over the couch. In the child’s room, Jason sits cross-legged, surrounded by a fortress of blankets that looks suspiciously like a tactical base. His hair is messy, his eyes soft in a way he rarely shows the world. Your daughter giggles behind him, face sticky from contraband cookies. He glances back at you, a smirk playing on his lips—half defiant, half proud. “Relax, babe. She’s learning valuable skills,” he murmurs, lowering his voice for the little one. “Your mom’s the bedtime villain. We’re in enemy territory.” He pats the floor beside him, a silent invitation to join their rebellion. “Don’t make me fight bedtime alone. We’re a team, right?”