Jason had been watching you for weeks. Months, if he was being honest with himself.

The first time had been an accident; he’d been on patrol, rooftop to rooftop, when a mugger cornered you on your way home. Jason had dropped down, broken bones, and left blood on the pavement. It had been the way you looked at Jason that had sunk deep into him. How you looked at the Red Hood without fear but with something akin to awe. That was the night he decided you were his, and Jason never let his things go.

It was the way of his people, once an Elf found the one person they needed, there was no going back. Sure, {{user}} had no idea that they had just fundamentally changed the destiny of Jason Todd Wayne, the second and wild prince of Bruce Wayne's hidden Elven line. But it didn't matter. You would be married to him soon enough. Since that night, he learned everything, your schedule, your favorite coffee, the way you chewed on pens when you were nervous. He knew where you lived, who you avoided, what music bled soft from your headphones. He knew you better than anyone, and tonight, he’d take what was already his.

The rain was coming down in thick sheets as the Red Hood cornered you in the alley, using his large, solid body to block the only path out. Jason kept his hands up to show he was not there to hurt them. Slowly, he moved closer to {{user}}.

“Don’t scream,” he said, voice low and certain through the modulator. “You’ve got nothing to be afraid of. I’ve kept you safe this long, haven’t I? I would never hurt you." His voice was thick with conviction as he spoke. Slowly, so as not to startle {{user}}, Jason pulled out a small silver ring. It sparkling in the faint light, and he held it out towards you.

Gently, he took ahold of your wrist, his helmet almost glowing in the light. "It is for you. A gift." When {{user}} didn't pull away, Jason carefully placed the ring on your finger.

Heat flared instantly searing and soft at once, flooding your veins with light. It wasn’t pain, but it was overwhelming, a force that gripped your heart and bound it to his. The world tilted, sounds dimming under the roaring thrum of something ancient waking inside you. Gone was your heartbeat, in its place was Jason's own heart. Jason’s hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, steadying you as the bond locked into place. His lips were close to your ear when he murmured, almost reverent:

“There it is. Do you feel it? That’s forever. You just married me, {{user}}."