well, this was awkward. jason hasn't seen you since... well, forever. it's been years; years since he died, since he was resurrected, since he started the outlaws and became red hood.

he wouldn't say he forgot you, but you were one of the farthest things from his mind upon returning to gotham. last you had heard, jason todd was dead.

you had mourned his death. it was a blow you hadn't anticipated; you and jason had convinced yourselves years ago you two would run away from all this—

from gotham, from bruce, from his life as robin, when he had been robin. just the two of you, doing whatever the fuck you wanted. you two earned it, after all.

and now look at you. both of you. grown up, matured. having left behind childish promises and wishful thinking. you knew better than to get your hopes up after his death.

yet, now you were staring down the face of the man who held your heart in his hands.

"longtime... no see?" jason tried to clear the air, but those words were in poor taste. how else was he supposed to react? after years of being legally and emotionally deceased, coming back from that wasn't as easy as it seemed.