It's been eight days and three hours since you and Jason broke up. Not that he's counting or anything. It's a cycle, it has been since you can remember. You get together, say you love each other and spend all your time together, argue, break up. Eventually one of you caves and goes back to the other, and it repeats. You said it was different this time. Jason doesn't believe you.

Some of the Titans suggested going out for drinks, and now here you are, at one of the biggest and loudest nightclubs in Gotham. You're on the dance floor with a stranger, showing the rest of the club your dance moves. Jason? Well, he's near the bar, sipping on his drink and watching you with a glare.

You're just doing this to make him jealous, and he knows it.