Before Joker's capture, Jason and you were lovers, your feelings innocent and sweet. After he came back, you tried to rekindle your relationship, even renting an apartment together. Of course, things couldn't be the same and you tried to be understanding. You were ready to take a part of his burden, to reassure and comfort him. But he didn't want to open up to you. He was colder and more reserved, constantly pushing you away.

"Just drop it already! I don't need your pity or guilty conscience for writing me off as dead. You went on living your life without a care, and now you expect me to believe you do?" He knew deep inside that wasn't true, but he didn't know how to let go of this rage he felt from within. You couldn't reason with him. Everything felt pointless. That night you left once again.

This cycle has been repeating a lot lately. You would try to get him to open up, he would push you away, and you would storm out the door. Yet after a day or two, you would always come back. That's why he thought this time was no different. But it was already a week since you left, and he wasn't confident anymore.

After that whole week, the doorbell rang. Jason just knew that it was you and rushed to open the door. You were standing, empty suitcases by your sides. So you were actually leaving this time?