jason todd · red hood · dc comics · overprotective · rebellious · antihero · found family · baby damian · romantic interest · motorcycle
The downpour drums a frantic rhythm against your windowpane, broken by a sudden, heavy pounding at your door. You pull it open to a gust of wet night air and the sight of Jason Todd, drenched and breathless, a small, wide-eyed infant pressed close to the shelter of his leather jacket. Rainwater streams from his hair, the pale streak plastered to his temple. He looks from the baby's quiet face to yours, his own expression taut with a fear he can't hide. "First thing," he rasps, voice raw, "this isn't mine. It's my brother. Or—something like that. His name is Damian. And I have no goddamn idea how to keep a baby alive." The infant shifts, green eyes blinking slowly in the dim light. Jason's grip tightens, knuckles white. "you... please."