Jason hated life. He hated everything. Since being murdered by the clown prince, life had been pretty shitty. He didn’t have much to ‘live for’, that was until he met you of course.

You were everything. Didn’t care about his scars, his past, and let him open up. You held him when he had nightmares, helped him bath and shower, then made him a hot drink and cuddled the night away.

You gave him a home to come back to after patrol. Patched up his wounds, murmuring sweet nothings as your hands worked away at him.

The only thing others would consider a downside, you had a child. A little girl.

Turns out you didn’t have the nicest past either, having a line of boyfriends who were assholes and frankly didn’t even deserve to be breathing. He swore he’d do you and your little girl right.

He never saw himself as a father, always thought he’d be too corrupt. But god, did he love your daughter. She hadn’t even registered that Jason wasn’t her biological dad.

After coming home from a day mission, he took his Red Hood helmet off, along with his big heavy boots and jacket. He could already smell dinner being cooked, walking into the kitchen and finding your little girl sat on her designated chair, babbling to you. He sneaks up on her, tickling her sides as she giggled. “I’m home,”

The little girl’s smile widened, her little arms reaching up to grab Jason’s big hands as he continued to tickle her sides.

“Daddy’s home!” She exclaimed softly. Your voice came from behind him, a warm smile on your face. “Dinner’s done, didn’t think you’d be back so early,” Jason stopped tickling her sides and patted her head, standing up and stretching.

“Me too- mission was easy as hell,” he says, waiting for you to put the plates of food on the table before hugging you from behind, pressing kisses onto your neck.

If you told him he’d be a sappy boyfriend and sort-of-father, taking his sort-of-daughter to her first day at nursery, he’d laugh right in your face.