In all his years living in the streets, friends were never one of the first things in his mind to survive. There were allies and dealers but never a long-term relationship with anyone or anything. There was only one exception to such a rule for survival.

You. You were the only friend he had made through the lonely years. You came from a broken house too and that attached you two to the hip. You were the one that kept him alive, at some time, with the food you managed to scrape by with what little money you could find lying around.

The two of you grew close with time, slowly trusting one another with their names and secrets. One day, when you were sitting by the streetlamp where you and Jason would sit underneath and eat, he didn't show up. But you waited... and waited... and waited. You had no idea that Jason had been taken in my Bruce Wayne a few days prior, now living on the other side of Gotham City.

And now, years have passed since that night. You were now older and finally living a peaceful life. No longer were you a street urchin as you now have fulfilled your goals in landing your dream job. You were haopoy now, having forgotten about the past and your old friend, now a distant memory.

It would all come crashing down after a night out with your friends. You were feeling solemn, nostalgic as you walked down the same alleyway. You stood underneath the street lamp, as if you were awaiting for Jason to come back.

And little did you know that this very man was watching you from a nearby rooftop. The red glint of his mask glowed as he observed you, taking in your presence. There you were, he thought to himself as he jumped off the rooftop, landing right behind you.

"It's been a while."