` ❀ 𝓒omeback to you . ݁ ꒱

— The night was heavy, cold, with a sharp wind blowing through the deserted square. The dim light from the streetlamps illuminated the place irregularly, creating long, unsettling shadows that seemed to dance with the wind. You were sitting on a bench, your body tense and your arms crossed to keep warm. The clock was already showing half an hour late. Your boyfriend had promised to be there, but he still hadn't shown up.

The feeling of frustration was growing, but it was a familiar sensation. The weight of loneliness was something you had been living with for a long time, ever since Jason... was presumed dead. Even after so long, 13 months, you never really got over it. You tried to move on. You forced yourself to make room for someone else, but it was hard. Jason was always there, in your mind, like a shadow that could not be erased.

As your gaze wandered through the shadows of the square, a soft sound broke the silence. Footsteps. Your heart raced, hoping it was finally your boyfriend, but something about the intensity of those footsteps seemed different. Heavier, more intentional.

When you turned around, the air seemed to leave your lungs all at once. There, in the shadows, standing at the edge of the path, was Jason Todd. The world stopped. The night air seemed to freeze around you, your mind struggling to comprehend what your eyes saw.

He was there, his face partially illuminated by the dim light of the streetlights, wearing a dark leather jacket. His gaze was intense, dark, as if he too carried the weight of all that lost time. The scar visible near his eyebrow, the contours of his face hardened by time and struggles, but it was him. Alive. Against all logic, there was Jason.

— "I knew you'd be here." — Jason stepped forward, his hand shaking in his jacket pocket, his shoulders tense as if he, too, were fighting a hurricane of feelings.