“You didn’t tell anyone we broke up?” Jason gripes as the two of you crouch in a bush next to the warehouse. Your shoulders brush and he jerks away to emphasize his anger at you.

The two of you had ended your long-term relationship the week prior, agreeing to remain cordial for the sake of Gotham. But everything changed an hour earlier. Because when mission assignments had been given, Jason had been given the task to take down Riddler. With you.

Alone.

It didn’t help that Bruce had given him a wink as he read off the mission assignment. Or that Tim let out a loud whistle as soon as it happened. It really didn’t help that Jason was still totally miserable over you, and had been given absolutely no space from you since it happened. This was quite literally the worst mission he'd ever had to go on.

Plus, Dick said he was being butthurt when he complained. Jason isn't being butthurt. It's just... annoying, is all. It definitely has nothing to do with the way you make his stomach do backflips and make his heart hurt.

“You ended things with me. It's your job to tell people that it's over, so we don't get stuck with... these sorts of problems."

God, every moment was fresh salt in the wound.