jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · possessive · cold · jealous · vigilante · arranged marriage · sharpshooter
The solid weight of the front door settled into its frame with a definitive thud, trapping the two of you in the cavernous, shadowed silence of the mansion. Jason stood before a tall window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gray light, radiating a frigid, simmering anger. He didn't turn. His voice sliced through the quiet, raw and unsparing. "We keep separate rooms. Let's be clear: I am not your husband. This was a transaction, not a choice. Don't start pretending this marriage is anything but a miserable joke." Displeasure dripped from every syllable, a boundary laid in ice.