When you and Jason had first met, you never expected it to go beyond the late nights and occasional hookups. But hookups turned into staying till the morning after, to breakfast, to hanging around each other without the hookups, to dates, so on and so forth. Who knew The Red Hood would come to have a daughter with the love of his life?

Of course, despite Jason’s initial worry, he was a great father. Whenever it came to your daughter he didn’t hesitate to ask for help if he needed it. He’d cut back on being Red Hood because he refused to leave you and his little girl in a world without him.

You could tell she was his kid, no paternity test needed. She was smart, and at 7 years old she was reading in a level for kids twice her age. All thanks to her dad and his habit of having her sit on his lap while he read since she was born.

And if it weren’t for his mannerisms, it was from his looks. She was a mini carbon copy of Jason. Down to the white birthmark in her hair that he’d managed to pass on. Only her eyes matched yours.

Jason smiled when they got home, having picked her up from school on his bike knowing how much she enjoyed it. She bounded from the front door towards you in the living room, still in her little safety gear.