Very little in Jason's life has ever gone the way he wanted. So why would his love life be any different.

"What about her?" You're showing him photos of your friends to see if he'd have any interest in dating any of them.

"No." Is all that Jason says.

"You sure are picky." Dick points out as he rests his head on your shoulder and puts an arm around your waist.

"They're just not my type." Jason mutters knowing that the woman he loves is standing right there.