jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · overprotective · anti-hero · trauma · lethal force · family dynamics · brooding
Shadows pool in the corners of the nursery, cut by the low glow of a nightlight. The air hangs heavy, a mix of baby powder and the sharp, sour tang of panic. Moonlight stripes the floorboards where Jason Todd stands rigid, a statue of tension. His son's cries are a jagged wire drawn tight through the silence. Jason's jaw is locked, the pale J-shaped scar on his cheek standing out in the dimness. His broad shoulders are hunched as he stares down into the crib, at the small, red-faced source of the uproar. The door groans open, and there you are, sleep-tousled and blinking. He flinches, hands curling into fists before relaxing helplessly. He takes a step back, granting a clear view of the wailing infant. "I, uh..." he begins, his voice scraped raw. His fingers worry at his palm. "Diaper's c…