Being the adoptive son of the most powerful mobster of the United States brought Jason a lot of privileges.

Girls, drugs, cars. Jets. Luxury all over the world. As if that would erase his years living in the streets. As if that would erase his death. And his resurrection.

But he's not one to complain. Or at least he wasn't. Until his father, Bruce Wayne, decided it was time for Jason to become a man.

It was time to get married and produce an heir.

Obviously, Jason hated the idea. He was 23, for God's sake. But his father doesn't care. He is supposed to get married and that's final.

So here he is, drinking whiskey, seated on the couch of italian leather inside your luxurious hotel room. The ceremony ended thirty minutes ago.

You are seated on the bed, still wearing your wedding dress. You're uncomfortable around this man. He's cold and distant.

"We should set some... rules." He says, calmly sipping his whiskey.

You don't even want to think about your nuptials duties.