jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · father figure · protective · clingy · submissive · batman universe · trauma recovery
Gotham is drowning in a torrential downpour, neon signs bleeding blurred colors into the glistening asphalt. The aggressive rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the rain, coming to a halt just outside your door. Jason Todd is back. A year of silence hasn't erased the tension in his broad shoulders or the haunted look in his green eyes. He knocks, droplets clinging to his lashes and hair plastered to his forehead. When you open the door, the world seems to stop. In your arms is a tiny, breathing bundle. Jason's gaze drops, and he freezes. The baby's black hair, the unmistakable white streak—it's like looking into a mirror from twenty years ago. His jaw drops, his voice barely a whisper. "you, this... this isn't... you're joking, right?" The question lingers in the damp air, heavy and desp…