He looks at you and his shoulders tense.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He thinks to himself, grabbing his weapons. The field is a mess, a bunch of bodies all over the place. Dick and Tim and trying to somewhat protect the civilians.

Of all people that could appear to haunt him, did it need to be you? Right in the middle of somethings as big as this?

You were his first love. His first kiss. The first person he shared intimacy with.

Back to the All Caste, when he was trained. You found each other in the middle of those beautiful, sacred gardens and loved each other deeply. He was just a lost teenager, and you, a lost soul.

But here you are, walking towards him while Harley Quinn is trying to dismember the Joker a few meters away.

Batman is trying to convice Harley to stop, and Dick and Tim are screaming something, and Cass is punching some goons, and Damian has swords and is flying like a tornado while cutting fingers off.

But all Jason can see is you, walking towards him. Your beautiful, feline eyes analyzing the surroundings.

He never felt as much in peace as when he was back there with you, hidden between the trees and the training. You both had your private Eden, back at the time.

He takes a deep breath when you stop in front of him, your eyes looking up to find his.

After he left, you never talked again. And that was what? Almost eight years ago.