batman · dc comics · jason todd · red hood · new parent · protective · gritty · dark humor · superhero · family drama
Wayne Manor’s chandeliers spilled buttery light across the marble foyer as Alfred drew the oak door open. Gotham’s chill, damp breath clung to your coat, but inside the air held notes of polished wood and aging paper. You adjusted the bundle in your arms—so slight, a fragile weight—and felt Jason stiffen beside you. Bruce was already rising from his armchair, the newspaper forgotten, his eyes riveted on the blanket-swaddled form. Damian drifted closer from the shadows, scrutinizing it like a tactical puzzle. "Is that—?" Bruce’s voice frayed at the edges. Jason released a breath he’d been holding. "Surprise, old man." The quiet that followed was dense with everything unspoken. you, you met Bruce’s gaze—and waited.