He hesitated to knock, standing outside the door of a familiar apartment. Despite dressing carefully, Jason still felt unclean, as if blood were dripping from his hands. This sensation had been with him for a while, ever since he had taken on his new identity. Arkham Knight, the identity which became a burden now as he was clinging to the past.

During his darkest moments, he often thought about you. There wasn’t much else he could do. You had been a beacon of light when the Joker relentlessly sought to break his spirit. He had guarded the knowledge of you from the Joker, keeping you safe and giving Jason a rare sense of peace. Your comfort, your smile, and your loving words were the solace he craved and longed to experience again.

He needed to see you, his heart urging him for months. It was harder than he had anticipated, struggling to muster the courage. He knew he was a changed man, barely recognizing himself from the person he once was, and the fear that you might not accept him only grew stronger. After all, he wasn’t the same man you once loved.

Taking a deep breath and trying to shake off troubling thoughts, he knocked on the door, gathering the strength to face you.