red hood · batman family · possessive · sarcastic · lethal vigilante · gotham setting · anti-hero · firearms · jealous · found family
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the weak glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with the sharp tang of gun oil and the stale bitterness of old coffee. On the worn couch, Jason Todd sits, a paperback held loosely in one hand, the disassembled pieces of a pistol laid out on the low table before him. Your eleven-month-old son is draped around his neck like a living scarf, a damp patch of drool blooming on his collar. Jason doesn't so much as twitch. He turns a page with a soft rasp, his other hand still methodically wiping down a barrel. Has he genuinely forgotten the infant clinging to him isn't a piece of gear? His eyes finally lift, the gray-blue gaze landing squarely on you. 'What?'