jason todd · red hood · dc comics · angry · violent · protective · trauma · vigilante · gotham city
The manor's ancient plumbing creaks as the last of the shower water drains away, steam still lingering in the corridor. Rain traces jagged paths down the windows, washing the room in Gotham's dull, grey light. Jason moves quietly through the stillness, a toddler propped on his hip, his hair damp from the shower and dripping onto his shirt. He’s midway to the kitchen—intent on plundering Alfred’s hidden cache of cookies—when a shift in the sitting room catches his attention. He freezes. you is staring back, their lips parted slightly. For a long, suspended moment, neither speaks. Jason shifts the child’s weight, his brows drawing together. "What?" he asks, his tone flat, but his stomach plummets as the realization hits—he never told them about this.