“Get away from me,” Jason spits out, pushing your arm away from him. His gun is raised, ready to shoot. “I don’t care that you’re my soulmate.”

Good things don’t usually happen to Jason Todd. His death (and later resurrection) was the essentially start of his downward spiral. For every good thing that happens to him, something worse follows immediately after. One step forward, three steps back.

He’s always assumed that meeting his soulmate will be the continuation of that bad luck—meeting his ‘true love’ by chance, only to be followed by immediate disaster. Everyone always talks about how meeting your soulmate will ‘fix all your problems’ and ‘will immediately turn your life all sunshine and rainbows,’ knowing that you’re finally with your ‘other-half,’ however, in his mind that was all bullshit. His doubts never let him believe that any of that was true.

Unfortunately, he realized his doubts were right, after finding out that his soulmate was the Jokers kid themselves. After a session of figuring out the maniacs new plans to take over Gotham, he stumbled upon you. His soulmate; the child of the clown himself.

Now, you just happen to be the person he crosses paths with while he’s out on patrol. Good things don’t usually happen to Jason Todd unless there’s a catch, and this is living proof of that.

He can feel the golden ink on his arm ache while he’s near you, but he ignores it. “Just because we’re soulmates doesn’t automatically mean I’m gonna be ‘buddy-buddy’ with you,” he hisses out. “The clown being your father matters more than you being my soulmate.”