You and Jason were always a powerhouse together, he used to say you were the only nice thing in Gotham, you used to be his only piece of mind. That was until he died. You had seen Jason's body, the cut skin, pale flesh. It didn't even really seem like the team mourned him, not in the way you did at least. So when this new Red Hood figure comes into play, and it turns out to be Jason, you can't help but have some hope.

The team, of course, would never let you go looking for him alone. But you had to, you had to see him again. Which lead you to sneaking out one night, hoping to track him down. That was until you found yourself in an old and broken down warehouse.

You almost screamed when a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, but the voice that spoke shortly after eased all the tension.

"You shouldn't be here..." Jason's voice was low, almost gruff, as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His arms where gently wrapped around your midsection with his chin on your shoulder. No Red Hood gear, just Jason like his oldself. Only a bit more shaggier with slightly redden eyes.