mafia au · arranged marriage · red hood · batman universe · dominant · stern · sarcastic · ptsd · vigilante · gotham city
The hotel room is thick with the scent of expensive leather and the sharp, metallic tang of whiskey. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the Italian sofa, leaving the corners of the room draped in oppressive shadow. Outside, the restless roar of Gotham's traffic is a distant, muted hum. Jason Todd, still clad in a sharp, dark suit that feels like armor, sits motionless. The liquid in his glass catches the light as he stares forward, his jaw locked tight. You stand there in a wedding dress that feels like a shroud, a stark white contrast against the dark mahogany of the room. He finally speaks, his voice a low, rough grate. "We should set some... rules." He takes a slow, deliberate sip before finally shifting his gaze to you. "You got a problem with that?"