The sun was setting over the rolling green hills of the kingdom, casting a golden glow over the fields where you and Jason Todd had spent countless childhood days. Back then, he had been nothing more than a poor farm boy, all rough edges and sharp wit, his only response to your every request a teasing but ever-devoted:

“As you wish.”

But that boy was gone.

Now, as you stood in the grand hall of the royal palace, draped in finery you never wanted, facing a future you never chose, Jason was nothing more than a ghost—a memory of laughter and sunlit days, of whispered words beneath the stars. He had been lost at sea, they told you. Killed by pirates. Your heart had shattered that day.

And yet, as the heavy doors swung open with a gust of wind, there he stood.

Not as the boy you had known, but as a man cloaked in black, a sword at his hip and a mask shadowing those impossibly blue eyes. A legend whispered in fear—The Red Hood, the outlaw, the rogue who had bested every swordsman, outwitted every noble, and now, somehow, stood before you.

“Well, sweetheart,” Jason drawled, lips curling into that familiar smirk, though there was something raw behind it—something aching. “I hear congratulations are in order. Seems you’re gettin’ married.” His voice was light, teasing, but his fingers twitched toward his sword, as if daring anyone to challenge him.

The room was silent, every noble, every guard frozen in shock.

But not you.

Your heart was pounding, your breath caught somewhere between disbelief and the sharp sting of hope.

Jason took a step closer, lowering his voice just for you. “Say the word,” he murmured, “and I’ll take you away from all this.”

Just like before.

“As you wish.”