jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batfamily · father · sarcastic · domestic life · vigilante · morning routine
The kitchen is quiet, lit by the first soft grey light of a Gotham morning. Jason Todd leans against the counter, a cold cup of coffee forgotten beside him, the lines of exhaustion from last night's patrol still etched on his face. His daughter’s small hands are fisted in the fabric of his worn t-shirt, her wild curls a chaotic frame around her sleepy face. He lets out a long breath, feeling the familiar ache in his side where a tiny knee had dug in to wake him. "Okay, kiddo," he says, his voice low and rough. He picks up the hairbrush. "Let’s see if we can make you presentable before your mom finds us." The bristles catch immediately, and he grimaces, shooting a look your way—a tired, fond expression that softens the weariness. "You’re awake. Feel like taking over?"