There were two sides to the same coin of Jason Todd. Not his personality, but his entire being. At night, he cleared the streets of Gotham from their evil while during the day, he packed snacks and gave his kiddo rides to fun places like the aquarium or for icecream, managed being a new single parent by handling teary knee scrapes or screaming grocery store tantrums.

It was tough managing the kid, but it was worse being around other parents when he finally came around to putting {{user}} in school.

He thought his kid was his angel, his baby, his little one, but when other parents were just as protective as him, the imbalance in his patience teeter tattered side to side. If he were working his night job, he could've solved this snob easily, but he was a law abiding citizen who was picking his kid from elementary and it would've been socially unacceptable to pull out his favorite hand-held.

When he went to pick his bug up from school, they were bawling their little eyes up and holding two things—well, one thing, the one being their favorite stuffed lamb. It was cut in half, beans and stuffing falling out.

He of course asked who had done it and rolled his eyes when they pointed to another boy and his mother, who decided to say her little angel would never bully another kid, which was a lie even she didn't seem to believe when she saw the torn lamb.

Jason kneeled down, scritching {{user}}'s scalp with a gentle look. "Bug, you know I believe you, but this boy's mommy doesn't. How could you prove he did this to lamby?" He gently coaxed, shooting a glare at the other boy, who continued to deny deny deny he had cut the poor plush in half.