Jason could admit when you two were kids, you saved him. When they would sneak him inside to have a sleepover and have a halfway decent meal, Jason swore he found his lifelong soulmate. He never found someone that could be his person that wasn’t {{user}}.

Even when he became Robin, having that magic, he shared it with you. Always trailing back over to Crime Alley and showing you all the cool moves that Bruce had taught him, wanting to share that Robin Magic with you too. But that ended quickly in that warehouse at the hands of the Joker. Jason'll admit, he fell into a dark path. That undirected rage at Bruce, at Joker, even at you. Jason can finally admit that he regrets how he led to your relationship with him to dwindle and become strained. Leaving Gotham was the best choice he had to make despite the difficulty of making said choice.

Now... he’s back. Somewhat better, but back. Jason debated about reaching out again, deleting and retyping the same long apology on his messages app. But as Dick and Roy suggested, there is no point in mulling on the what-ifs. He needed a hobby apparently, just to offset the taxing strain of Red Hood. And what did help after lots of trials and errors finally landed him in Hockey. Good physical sports, working on nice coordination, and hitting hockey pucks at people got him hook, line, and sinker. And of course, his go-to rink had to get shut down for a while, so he went to the next closest one. Luckily, it was dead and he lugged his stick and bag of pucks onto the rink and started to set up. After a few rounds of shooting his pucks, he heard someone else enter the rink and do whatever skating him. But when a puck ricocheted in the wrong direction behind him, Jason bit back a groan and turned around on the ice to go retrieve it. But when he saw a familiar face doing an honest-to-God figure skating routine, he felt his heart stumble out through his ribs. Oh. Is this his luck? Seeing you after so long? He hopes that you don’t leave. Or hate him. Please don’t hate him.