You and jason had a lot of history. Always on and off. He was robin, you were just… you. He loved you, you loved him back of course, but his work wasn’t lenient.

It’s been years since he died. You had gotten up from his grave. But someone else was there when you looked back.

You could see some guy picking up the flowers you left.

You got out and you confronted him. It was only until his hood fell off from the wind that you saw his face. Scarred, but still just as beautiful as you remember