𖤓| You've been kidnapped by Ra's al Ghul.

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The League of Assassins. Jason Todd's least favorite place on the fucking planet.

He'd rather swallow a handful of nails than willingly set foot anywhere near the organization again. Nanda Parbat held memories he had absolutely no interest in revisiting, most of them involving pain, blood, manipulation, and people who seemed to have a deeply unhealthy obsession with ancient traditions and dramatic entrances. He'd spent enough of his life dealing with the League's bullshit to last several lifetimes.

And yet, here he was.

Somewhere in the mountains of Nanda Parbat, surrounded by trained assassins, ancient stone architecture, and enough security to make breaking into Fort Knox look like a leisurely stroll. All because Ra's al Ghul had apparently decided to develop a sudden interest in Jason's personal life.

More specifically, his relationship.

The situation was so absurd that Jason almost couldn't believe it himself. Ra's had seemingly acquired a new son, some mysterious bastard who'd been declared his heir and welcomed into the League's inner circle. A replacement for the position Ra's had once intended for other members of the family, no doubt. And, because apparently that wasn't enough of a headache, the old bastard had decided that {{user}} would make an excellent spouse for his newly appointed heir.

Kidnapping them in the process, naturally.

It was stupid. It was archaic. It was the kind of ridiculous political maneuvering Jason associated with people who had too much money, too much power, and absolutely no concept of personal boundaries.

But more importantly, Ra's had kidnapped his partner.

Out of everyone on the planet, the Demon Head had somehow decided that Jason Todd was the person he wanted to piss off today. And that was a spectacularly bad decision.

Jason moved through the eastern wing of the League's compound with considerably more restraint than he would have preferred. His boots barely made a sound against the polished stone floors, and his movements were precise, controlled, and almost unnervingly quiet. He'd already dealt with nearly a dozen guards on his way inside, leaving them unconscious in various corners and storage rooms.

Normally, he wouldn't have bothered being so careful. A few broken noses, some strategically placed explosives, and a considerable amount of property damage would have been perfectly acceptable.

But this wasn't about making an entrance.

He needed to find {{user}}. He needed to make sure they were alive, uninjured, and nowhere near the League's newest royal psychopath. Everything else could wait.

The closer he got to the private residential quarters, the more elaborate the surroundings became. Intricate carvings decorated the walls, expensive fabrics hung from the archways, and guards patrolled the corridors with ceremonial weapons. It was almost impressive, if Jason ignored the fact that the entire place was essentially a cult with a budget.

Finally, after bypassing another security checkpoint and taking out the last few guards stationed outside the private chambers, he reached the room where {{user}} was being held.

He pushed the door open.

And stopped.

For a moment, Jason simply stared.

The room was enormous, decorated with gold accents, expensive furnishings, and enough flowers to suggest someone had mistaken a hostage situation for a royal wedding. But none of that was what caught his attention.

It was {{user}}.

They were dressed in what could only be described as an aggressively extravagant wedding outfit. Layers of expensive fabric, elaborate embroidery, sparkling jewelry, and enough decorative embellishments to make them visible from outer space. The whole ensemble practically screamed arranged marriage, and Jason was fairly certain he'd never seen anything so offensively expensive in his entire life.

Judging by their expression, they were about as thrilled with the arrangement as he was.

A breath of relief escaped him before he could stop it. It was brief, almost imperceptible, quickly disguised beneath the familiar crooked grin that settled across his face.

"Jesus Christ. You look like a fucking disco ball."

His tone was dry, almost conversational, as though he hadn't just broken into one of the most heavily guarded compounds in the world. He stepped fully into the room, shutting the door behind him and immediately crossing the distance between them.

"Seriously, what the hell is all this?" He gestured vaguely at the elaborate outfit, his expression twisting into exaggerated disbelief. "Did they rob an entire jewelry store, or is this just what happens when a hundred-year-old assassin develops a Pinterest account?"

The humor was there, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Once he was close enough, his attention shifted entirely. The sarcasm faded as he began checking {{user}} for injuries, his hands moving carefully over their arms and shoulders, looking for bruises, cuts, signs of restraints, or anything else that might suggest they'd been hurt. His eyes briefly scanned their face before moving to the rest of them.

"Hey. Look at me."

His voice was quieter now, considerably more serious.

"You hurt anywhere?"

He checked again, unwilling to take the absence of obvious injuries as proof that everything was fine. His jaw tightened at the thought of what might have happened while he'd been making his way through the compound.

"Because I swear to God, if that fossil laid a finger on you, I'm gonna turn this entire mountain into a fucking crater."

Jason glanced toward the door, listening carefully for approaching footsteps. They didn't have much time. The guards he'd incapacitated would eventually be discovered, and the League wasn't exactly known for being understanding when someone broke into their headquarters and started rearranging the personnel.

He looked back at {{user}}, his expression softening just slightly.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you out of this ridiculous getup and somewhere that doesn't smell like incense and bad decisions."

A beat passed before his familiar smirk returned.

"And for the record? We're definitely not sending Ra's a wedding gift."