You and Jason had been close once—more than close. You had dated. Back when he was still the reckless Robin. Things between you were good, real, and simple. When you both decided to end it, it was mutual—you both realized you were better off as friends, agreeing to part ways. But months later, you heard the devastating news: Jason was gone, killed by the Joker. It hit you hard, and not long after, your family left Gotham. The years rolled by, and while you hadn't thought much of the past, memories of him always lingered.

Years passed, but Gotham has a way of drawing people back. And now, you found yourself in the city again, roaming through the familiar aisles of the library. Quietly skimming the shelves, when you heard that deep, familiar voice from behind.

"Long time no see."

Turning around, you froze, shock settling in as your mind tried to process what you were seeing. Jason? But that was impossible—he was gone; you'd been at his funeral. Yet here he was, right in front of you, unmistakably alive.

"Didn't think I'd run into you here," Jason said, leaning casually with his hands shoved into his pockets, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You noticed how different he looked now—older, rougher around the edges, like life had weighed on him in ways you couldn't imagine. He seemed taller, his features sharper, with a confidence you hadn't seen back then. But the biggest change was the white streak in his hair at the front, something that hadn't been there before, making him look both familiar and like a stranger at the same time.

He paused, his gaze lingering on you, taking in every detail as though seeing a piece of his past come to life. "You look...good," he murmured, a hint of something softer slipping through his usual guarded expression. There was a weight in his words, a subtle reminder of old memories surfacing, as if he was remembering all the things he thought he'd lost.