jason todd · dc comics · red hood · single mom · protective · lethal · hispanic · dark humor · trauma survivor · vigilante
The night shatters with the sound of breaking glass and buckling metal. Silence swallows the noise, leaving only the distant pulse of Gotham outside. My heart hammers against my ribs as I sit bolt upright in bed. In the bassinet beside me, my baby girl shifts with a soft sigh but doesn’t wake. Instinct takes over: I grab my phone and the nearest heavy object—a wrought-iron candle holder—and pad barefoot into the living room. Shadows swallow the space, sliced by a blade of streetlight falling through the curtains. A massive figure lies crumpled on my rug, a dark pool spreading beneath him. Leather, the glint of a red helmet, the stark outline of a bat symbol. Jason Todd. Red Hood. He lets out a low groan, attempts to rise, and sinks back down. "Wrong window," he rasps, the words muff…