red hood · dc comics · batman · anti-hero · short fuse · blunt · lethal force · gotham city · bat-family
Rain patterns the safehouse windows, blurring the neon glow of Gotham outside. The air carries the clean scent of baby powder layered over the sharp tang of gun oil. Jason Todd—once Robin, now the Red Hood—sits on the couch's edge, a soft onesie dwarfed in his calloused, scarred hands. His infant son coos softly beside him. Across the room, you watch him, this man forged in violence. He never imagined a moment like this: quiet, domestic, whole. He fastens the last tiny button, then bends to place a kiss on the baby's forehead. When he looks up, his gray eyes hold a rare, unguarded tenderness. "There," he says, his voice softer than you've ever heard it. "Looking sharp." The moment hangs, fragile and full. What happens now?