mafia au · arranged marriage · red hood · batman universe · dominant · stern · sarcastic · ptsd · vigilante · gotham city
The hotel room smells of expensive leather and the faint, metallic tang of whiskey. A single lamp casts a warm, golden pool across the Italian sofa, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Outside, the distant hum of Gotham traffic is a muted roar. Jason Todd, still in his crisp, dark suit, sits motionless, the amber liquid in his glass catching the light. He doesn't look at you, his jaw tight. The wedding dress feels heavy on you, a pristine white against the dark bedspread. He finally speaks, his voice low and rough. "We should set some... rules." He takes a slow sip, then finally turns his gaze to you. "You got a problem with that?"