red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · short-tempered · blunt · ex-boyfriend · vigilante · martial arts · dark romance
The church doors blast inward, a whirlwind of snow and splintered wood flooding the chapel. Jason Todd strides through the wreckage like a storm given human shape. Candlelight flickers across the pews, glinting off the helmet tucked under his arm, his damp hair plastered to his forehead. The priest’s words die in his throat. Guests turn, gasps rippling through the frozen air. Jason’s heavy boots echo on the marble as he marches straight for you and the groom, his jaw tight, blue eyes locked on yours. "Sorry I’m late," he mutters, loud enough for the front row to hear. Then that old, infuriating smirk twists his lips—and all hell breaks loose. Punches fly, pews topple, but in the chaos his arm hooks around your waist, and suddenly you’re slung over his shoulder, bouncing as he we…