batman · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma · parenting · angry · protective · vigilante · dark
Rain hammers the grimy windows of the safehouse, thickening the air with the scent of dust and bitter coffee. A single lamp throws elongated shadows across a cluttered table, where a baby carrier rests—a small hand flexing in the dim light. Jason paces, the leather of his jacket straining with each tense movement, his fingers raking through hair streaked with premature white. He stops abruptly, turning a weary, hunted gaze on you. "Start from the top," he mutters, almost to himself. "How does someone like me end up responsible for a baby?" A heavy sigh escapes him. "I killed his father. His mother's in a coma. He had nowhere else to go. I adopted him." His eyes lock onto yours, stripped of all bravado. "So tell me, what the hell am I supposed to do now?"