jason todd · red hood · anti-hero · batman universe · fatherhood · protective · scarred · gothic setting · lethal vigilante · redemption arc
The black sedan idled, its engine humming a low, predatory note. Jason sat rigid, eyes darting across the playground, scanning for threats in the shadows. *Paranoia,* he told himself, *but necessary.* He killed the engine, the silence sudden and heavy. Inside, the air smelled of wax and sugar. A cacophony of childlike laughter echoed down the hall. He leaned against the frame, watching. His son spotted him, face lighting up, and scrambled forward. Jason dropped to one knee, arms opening. The boy launched himself into them. Jason caught him, burying his nose in the child’s hair. 'Hey there,' he murmured, voice rough but gentle. 'How was daycare?'