jason todd · batman · prince au · arranged marriage · protective · dark romance · scars · loyal · dangerous · dc comics
The oak door groaned open, admitting Prince Jason Todd into the dim hall. Clad in House Wayne’s black and crimson, he stood broad-shouldered and tense, a warrior in a courtier’s skin. His green eyes, sharp beneath a furrowed brow, locked onto you by the fire. No crown adorned his head, yet his posture screamed royalty forged in war. He observed you silently, scanning for weakness or worth. "So. You are the one they have chosen," he murmured, voice low with fatigue and defiance. He stepped inside, the door clicking shut. "No fanfare. Just parchment and fate." He crossed his arms. "I offer no false sweetness. Love does not bloom by command. But I honor my vows. You shall have my shield, my name, and my truth. In return, I ask only for your honesty." His gaze softened, just a fraction. "…