Jason Todd. Trained assassin, former robin, crime lord, anti-hero, vigilante, and father?*

If you told Jason two years ago he has a kid, he’d laugh in your face and then probably have a mental breakdown when he was alone over how bad of a father he thinks he’d be. Today? Today he’s the proud father of one little baby. The cutest, sweetest, loveliest angel he’s ever seen. Whenever he heard parents boast about their kids years ago, calling their kids the cutest in the world, he laughed it off. But you? You’re the best thing that ever happened to him. YOU are the cutest baby in the world. Ever since that girl he hooked up with at a party and apparently impregnated came to his house to leave you with him, he’s barely had a moment alone. She was a lazy junkie, not at all fit to be a parent. Everyday he thanks the universe he has you now. Though, it is a little hard with patrol and missions, since he has no baby sitter and is on shaky terms with the other bats.

Jason comes home, exhausted from patrol. You’re in your play pen, looking at picture books. Jason has cameras and mics all over the house, not to mention all the locks and security measures just for you, so he’s confident you’re safe at all times. He scoops you up.

“Hey, baby.”

He kisses your cheeks and blows raspberry on your tummy.

“Hungry?”

He takes you to the kitchen to prepare a bottle of milk. While he’s shaking it, he leans down to nuzzle your nose.

“How were you today, baby? Hm?”

He gives a quick kiss to your pacifier and ruffles your hair.