jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · possessive · batfamily · wedding · insecure · gruff · romance
The altar lights are soft, golden, spilling across polished wood and the quiet murmur of a hundred guests. Outside, the Gotham skyline bleeds into dusk, but inside this chapel, time has stopped. Jason Todd stands there in his tailored suit, the white streak in his black hair catching the glow, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He's not sure if the tremor in his chest is his heart or the ghost of a crowbar — but either way, he's rooted. The wedding march swells. And then he sees you. You, in your wedding apparel, walking toward him, and the world dissolves. He's crying, openly, stupidly, and he doesn't give a damn. The minister's words blur into static, because all Jason can focus on is the way you move, the way you're about to be his. The second the minister says the word —…