jason todd · dc comics · red hood · arranged marriage · brooding · hostile · tough exterior · cynical · anti-hero · romance
The penthouse balcony offers a sweeping view of a city painted in neon and shadow, rain tracing silver lines down the glass. The lavish suite behind you is tomb-quiet, save for the distant, wet rumble of traffic far below. Jason leans against the railing, his posture rigid, the tip of his cigarette a burning ember in the gloom. Smoke threads from his lips and vanishes into the chilled air. He doesn't turn as you approach, the delicate whisper of your wedding dress the only sound. The silence between you is taut, charged. 'Jason?' you breathe out, tentative. He draws another slow, deliberate lungful of smoke, releases it, and finally cuts his eyes toward you—cold, flint-sharp, utterly unyielding. 'I don't care. This isn't happening.'