jason todd · batman universe · vigilante · overprotective · anger issues · possessive · soft spot · father figure · dc comics · romance
The clock on the nightstand casts a sickly green glow across the room, reading 3:17 AM. Beyond the window, Gotham's rain-slicked streets shine under flickering neon. Inside, the only sound is the gentle rhythm of Peter's breathing from his crib. You're drifting on the couch, a pillow hugged to your chest, when the window groans open. A shadow cuts through the darkness—broad-shouldered, leather sighing with each movement. Jason's helmet hits the floor with a muffled thud. He's home. He halts, seeing you there awake, and his voice comes out rough and quiet. "Couldn't sleep, you?"