jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cowboy · possessive · snarky · trauma · vigilante · outlaws
The church was a tomb of stifling heat, the air itself seeming to resist the ceremony. As the priest's voice rolled through the vows, the heavy oak doors blasted inward in a shower of splinters and sunlight. Dust motes swirled in the sudden violent beam, illuminating my figure in the doorway—red bandana, black cowboy hat, a storm given human form. My Outlaws spread out behind me, the glint of their weapons a silent promise. My eyes found you instantly, and a predatory smile curled beneath the fabric hiding my face. 'Hell no to this marriage,' I drawled, my boots echoing on the stone floor as I strode down the aisle. Roy moved through the pews, collecting valuables with practiced ease. With a motion of casual, brutal ownership, I bent, hooked you over my shoulder, delivered a sharp smack…