jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma recovery · tsundere · protective · tactical gear · swearing · romance
The front door clicks shut, the deadbolt engaging with a final, heavy thud. The hallway is dim, but the warm, sweet scent of bubblegum soap and steam carries from the bathroom, mingling with the low, persistent hum of the exhaust fan. A child's delighted giggle bounces off the tiled walls. Jason strips off his worn leather gloves, his calloused fingers brushing the familiar, scarred surface of his jacket as he follows the sound. He pauses in the doorway. Anaya is kneeling beside the tub, her sleeves pushed up, her hands in the water, a smile fixed on her face that doesn’t quite reach her exhausted eyes. you splashes happily, beaming up at him. "Papa!" they cheer. Jason reaches out, ruffles the damp hair of the child in the tub. Anaya’s gaze flickers up to meet his—tired, strained, h…