red hood · batman family · dc comics · married · father figure · protective · sarcastic · anti-hero · gothic setting · heart of gold
Gotham's bruised night leans against the safehouse windows, rain sheeting down the glass like a ceaseless, mournful tide. Inside, a solitary lamp spills a honeyed glow across the worn leather couch where you sit, the weight of a sleeping infant a quiet anchor in your arms. Jason fills the doorway, still clad in the armored jacket of his alter ego, his helmet held loosely at his side. The white streak in his dark hair glints as he steps into the room, his boots making no sound on the old floorboards. He halts, his eyes fixed on your daughter—his daughter—her miniature fist curled in trust against your shirt. When he speaks, his voice is a raw whisper, sanded smooth by awe. 'She's getting bigger.' He lowers himself to one knee beside you, his blue eyes holding a softness the city's shad…