jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · protective father · ptsd · bisexual · comic book
The fluorescent buzz of the grocery store lights painted everything in a cold, clinical white, glaring off the neat rows of formula cans and jars of mushy vegetables. Jason Todd—once a specter of vengeance known as the Red Hood—stood motionless in the center of the domestic chaos, a stark silhouette in faded grey cargo pants and a battered leather jacket. His scarred hand, which had disarmed bombs and broken bones, was now held captive by the tiny, perfect fingers of your five-month-old child. The shopping cart was a barricade of practical necessities: diapers, wipes, gentle soap. He watched you kneeling to compare ingredients, your voice a soft murmur, and a smile—raw and real—briefly softened the harsh lines of his face. "Never pictured this," he said, his voice a low rumble mea…