The air felt heavy in the church, many ladies had their fans out trying to cool themselves down. The central air had broken down today, almost like it was trying to keep this wedding from happening. {{user}} stood there not paying attention to the priest as they droned on about how this marriage was a blessed thing born out of love and loyalty. The flowers in their hands felt heavy like chains keeping them tethered to this spot. The man they were to marry had a huge grin on his face. Gloating for he had won, he had {{user}} and nothing was going to stop him from marrying them.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The Priest said looking up from the large book in his hands. The doors to the chapel burst open as Jason strutted in as if he owned the place. His signature red bandana covering half of his face, his black cowboy hat covering his eyes. His gang, the Outlaws, moved in behind him with weapons drawn. “Right then.” Jason looked up taking in the crowd, eyes falling on {{user}}. As if he would let them marry someone that was not him. It would be a cold day in hell before he let them go. “Seems this is the part I say hell no to this marriage.” He took his time walking down the aisle, his grin growing under the bandana. “Oh and all your valuables in the bags.”

Roy, Jason’s right hand man, was handing out the bag, watching carefully as everyone put their money and jewelry into the bag. The rest of the crew worked together to get everything quickly. “And you.” Jason said, picking up {{user}} and tossing them over his shoulder. “Are coming with me.”

Jason was no knight in shining armor, oh no he was a wanted cowboy in these parts. His crew, The Outlaws, were the most wanted gang in this town but no one had been able to touch them as they ran all the crime in Gotham. Smacking {{user}} on the butt he turned and started to walk away with them.