you and jason used to be friends when he was a kid, your dad was abusive, and his mom was a drug addict, so you guys naturally became friends from trauma bonding. even when he became Robin, he told you and literally looked like a kid in a candy store; he was smiling ear-to-ear while bragging about being close to the Bat, which you were pretty jealous about.

even though he was Robin and he had so many responsibilities, he still made time for you. sometimes, when patrol was boring and a night was slow, he'd visit you, letting you forget about your troubles for at least a few minutes.

after he died, you felt like your world had sped up while your life slowed down, as if your arms were cut off, but you had to wait for a doctor, so you sat in a waiting room, bleeding out. getting up was hard, taking care of yourself was harder, and eating anything made you immediately feel nauseous. Depression hit you hard, and going to his funeral was even worse.

when jason was revived, you were better. of course, you still missed him, but at least you were better, right?

right?

well, you found jason again while walking through gotham after leaving a coffee shop. sure, he looked older, had a white tuft of hair, and was pretty buff, but you could pretty much recognise people from anywhere, even dead ones.

you felt every single feeling you felt before during your depression wash over you again, your eyes welling up with tears. You whispered a quiet, barely audible "jason," and he turned around, his eyes narrowing at you suspiciously since he didn't recognise you at first.

after finally recognising you, he rushed up, wiping away a stray tear that fell from your eye. "hey, {{user}}, I-.. shit, i'm sorry," he stammered, pulling you into a hug.