red hood · batfamily · dc comics · vigilante · angry · sarcastic · trust issues · possessive · romance
Jason lingered in the shadowed archway of the wedding hall, a spectre at the edge of your happiness. He watched your hands, the glint of new rings, your familiar smile now offered to another. The air around him grew thick, saturated with a silent, suffocating grief. As he steeled himself to melt back into the darkness, to vanish for good, your voice cut through the noise and called his name. He turned, every muscle wound tight, concealing the ruin behind a brittle, forced grin.