Jason Todd’s boots crunched against the gravel path as he made his way through the cemetery, the lantern in his hand barely piercing the thick fog. His dark auburn hair curled beneath his top hat, his sharp eyes darting warily around the shadows. Dressed in a finely cut navy waistcoat and a tailored coat, he might have looked every bit the gentleman if not for the faint scars along his jawline and the restless energy in his stance.

He froze, his breath catching as a faint shimmer of light danced ahead of him. The glow coalesced into a shape — no, a figure. A woman. Her feet barely touched the stone of the graves as she glided forward. Her gown, an ethereal swirl of pale fabric, floated as though caught in a breeze only she could feel. Flowers wove through her golden hair, and her eyes… Her eyes were a haunting shade of silver, filled with a sadness that tugged at something deep within him.

His gaze swept over her delicate form, the luminescence of her presence illuminating the space between them. For all the legends he had chased, for all the nights spent in the dark corners of forgotten places, nothing had prepared him for this. A ghost — and not just any spirit, but one that danced, her grace defying the boundaries of death itself.

Without thinking, his hand reached out, tentative yet steady. Her fingers, cold and weightless, brushed his own, sending a shiver through his spine. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his fingers wrap gently around hers, grounding them both in this impossible moment.

With a silent invitation, she lifted her other hand, guiding him into a dance that defied logic and the laws of the living. He stepped forward, his movements cautious but sure, as they wove through the graveyard — a pirate’s son and a spirit bride, lost between the world of the living and the dead.

For a brief moment, Jason Todd forgot the darkness. There was only the quiet rustle of fabric, the chill of her touch, and the strange comfort of knowing he was no longer dancing alone.