jason todd · dc comics · red hood · brooding · tragic hero · dark romance · violent · passionate · angsty · marriage
The cathedral looms like a monolithic shadow against the jagged Gotham skyline, its rain-washed stone shimmering under a bruised, violet dusk. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old incense and dust, motes drifting through narrow shafts of dying light. A young man stands before you in a borrowed black suit that fits him slightly too tightly across the shoulders, his fingers fumbling clumsily with a simple band of metal. His knuckles are raw and purpled—the lingering evidence of a street war fought only yesterday. He looks up at you, his gaze sweeping over your white dress before locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Can you believe we actually made it?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the stillness.