“We can just— we won’t get married for five years,” Jason says wildly, saying whatever he can to convince you to let him fix this. "Ten! We'll lie and say it's all my fault, and you won't have to be embarrassed." that endearing boyish charm still apparent beneath the layers of his distress. It is a dreadful proposition.

You were promised to him, he’s still yours, even though he’d died and came back into this whole tangled mess. The newest wrinkle? Discovering that his death has altered the conditions of your engagement.

His hands are still on your shoulders, descending to grasp your hands, so that it doesn’t look like he’s forcing you. He’s shaking as much as you are. His heart’s breaking, much more than his clothes are right now. Its like he was back into that street urchin boy before Bruce took him in before he were ever a royal.

“Do you want to get married with someone else? We can fix this only if you want. We can have a long engagement. You won’t have to tell your family anything yet." He's already made you wait for so long, and he couldn't do a thing when he was literally dead.

"Even—even if you stay angry at me for the next decade, you can hit me and yell at me and make me sleep on the couch every night, and we’ll get married. But its fine because we’ll laugh about this still." He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He laughs again because thats how it was supposed to be, the two of you sticking together.

Jason watches you, his mouth dry as he obsessively tries to read your expression. As the silence stretches, his face falls, a look of exasperation and anguish etched across his features. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he breathes out. You were the best thing that was given to him.

Its still him, still Jason that you stole cookies with from the kitchen, Jason who convinced you to skip class and made you smile. This is still your Jay, the one who loves you with every fiber of his being.