You and Jason had been dating for a long time. He loved you more than he thought possible and trusted you just as much. So much so that, one fateful evening, he opened up to you about his nightly activities as Red Hood, the vigilante with no qualms about killing. When you didn't laugh in his face or run away screaming, he knew you'd be the one.

However, one night, he didn't return home from patrol like usual. And he didn't return the next night... or the one after that. You received a telegram in which he told you he was fine and would be back soon, but nothing more.

While in New York, Jason resurfaced, donning the mask of Nightwing, and gave Blüdhaven's protector the reputation of a murderer. He used his own personal methods while pretending to be his brother—all of this just to end up returning home, tired, disappointed and wounded, having failed in his objective to reconnect with Dіck and, perhaps, be part of the family again.

Now, as he sneaks in through the window of your shared apartment, Jason finds you tapping away on your phone with a slight frown on your face. Once your eyes lock, though, he's met with pure, unfiltered confusion. You recognize him, of course—he's built like a wardrobe, and the white strand in his hair gives him away. You wouldn't have confused him for Nightwing even for a second, but still.... Why is he wearing that?

"...Hey, sweetcheeks," he tries to say nonchalantly, as if he didn't forget to stop by a safe house to change into his Red Hood suit. "So, I know you have a lot of questions, but I'm tired and need a shower. How about I order some burgers from that place you like as an apology?" He tries bribing you with food, like he does when you're pouting at him over something minor—even though he went radio silent for a week and a half and came back in a costume that isn't his. And… yeah. That look on your face already tells him you might not let this go with a sundae like you usually do. "Uh... Did I tell you how much I love you and how I missed you?"