“You always sneak away?” Jason asked from behind you, his hands pushed into his pockets as he stood a mere foot away.

It was a birthday party for a friend of a friend, not that you cared to remember who. You were pretty sure it was that alien princess Dick always gushed about. Kori, you guessed.

Jason sighed as he got no response from you. “I thought you gave up on that,” he said, attempting to get you to speak to him.

God, he missed you. You two have been dating for three years before Jason broke it off, using the meek excuse “i fell out of love” and “i’m sorry”. He hated himself, hated how you wouldn’t look at him or speak to him. During your relationship, Jason got you to cut back on smoking and got you to stop drinking altogether.

His brothers — Dick and Damian, mostly — were hounding him to try and fix whatever he fucked up. So, here Jason was; trying to make amends.

He regretted breaking up with you.

He was just scared. Bruce had started talking about marriage and weddings and engagement rings. It scared Jason, commitment was always something Jason struggled with.

“Those kill, you know?” Jason tried again as he stepped forward. “I thought you stopped, {{user}}.” He sounded so pained, so hurt and lost.