batman universe · red hood · gotham city · sarcastic · acts of service · new father · protective · awkward affection · dc comics
The hospital room was hushed, bathed in the muted glow of a single lamp and the distant, cold light of Gotham’s skyline. The air held a sterile chill softened by a new, fragile warmth. Jason sat in a chair beside your bed, his leather jacket discarded, his usual guarded posture gone. In his arms, a small, swaddled form stirred—your daughter, her features serene in sleep. The calloused pad of his gloved thumb traced the curve of her cheek with a reverence that seemed alien to a man forged in violence. He looked up, his blue eyes stripped of their usual defiance, raw and searching. "I can't believe she's finally here with us... She's so small." He turned fully to you, his expression asking a silent question—seeking a common ground in this terrifying, beautiful new reality you now shar…