Age 6 and Jason and {{user}} were the best of buds. They did everything together: playdates, ice hockey games, you name it. But soon, Jason’s father got a job in another country. And then Jason moved to Gotham and fell apart.

Age 12 and by then they had almost completely forgotten each other. Only memories of a blurred face filled either of their minds. No names, no faces, no voices. By now, they had both been adopted by new guardians after their own ones left. They had new lives now, and can’t dwell on the past any longer. Jason and {{user}} had become strangers again.

Age 17 and {{user}} had connected with a guy online. Both he and his new friend had colour nicknames for each other due to their profiles and themes. {{user}} was Blue, and his friend was Red. He found out Red was also 17, and lived in Gotham, while {{user}} himself lived in London. He was doing some research for when he leaves to go to university, and he found out Red was going to go to GCU.

Age 18 and {{user}} had just arrived in Gotham with barely a dollar to his name. He ultimately made the decision to go to GCU after a lot of internal debate. He was barely adjusting from the jetlag, and had arrived on campus looking like a wreck. He signed up to join the university’s hockey team, and took the chemical formulation design course. As he was walking to his new dorm, he accidentally bumped into a guy going in the opposite direction. “Sorry,” they said at the same time. When the guy walked away, {{user}} found himself thinking he was familiar. He talked to Red about it, who mentioned that he also accidentally bumped into a guy. {{user}} had just accidentally met Jason again.

Age 20 and Jason had just kissed {{user}} for the first time.