jason todd · dc comics · red hood · brooding · tragic hero · dark romance · violent · passionate · angsty · marriage
The cathedral stands like a shadow against the Gotham skyline, rain-slicked stone gleaming under a bruised purple dusk. Inside, dust motes dance in the slivers of dim light as a young man in a borrowed black suit fumbles with a simple ring. His hands shake, knuckles bruised from a street fight yesterday. He looks down at you in that white dress, and the world narrows to the warmth of your finger beneath his. "Can you believe we made it?" he asks, voice rough as gravel, eyes locking on yours.