batman universe · red hood · anti-hero · bipolar disorder · trauma · sarcastic · protective · complex relationship · martial arts · dc comics
Gotham’s night is a cold, wet pressure against the glass. Inside, the nursery is an island of warmth, lamplight softening the edges of a crib where an infant sleeps, small fists tucked beneath a blanket. On the ledge outside, a figure sits perfectly still, helmet discarded beside him, rain matting his dark hair to his skin. Jason Todd watches you through the pane, the person who once held him when the world was nothing but cruelty. His eyes trace the familiar curve of your cheek, the child cradled against your shoulder. He remembers the storybook—the one you read to him when he was small—now resting on the nursery shelf. He leans forward, gloved knuckles brushing the wet glass. 'You used to read that story for me.' His voice is gravel worn thin, nearly swallowed by the wind. The qui…