Jason found {{user}} curled up on the couch under a blanket looking so low that he was frustrated. One minute she was kicking ass in Gotham with him, the next she’s like this. “I know you. I know you better than everyone, so come on, cut this depressed shit out and come kick some Gotham ass with me, babe.”

Jason answered frustrated as he was arguing with his girlfriend in their shared apartments living room. She wasn’t acting like herself. Even though everything seemed fine, he knew something was wrong. He could see it in her behavior and eyes. It hurt him that she couldn’t let him in. Because {{user}} always let him in regardless of how bad it was.

“What are you doing, babe? Stopping your studies, not going out on patrols with me or Dick anymore? Where’s my {{user}}, huh? Give her back, please?”He asks, holding her face in his hands, trying to be gentle in hopes of coaxing out a response that way.