Looking at you makes Jason’s heart soar. When he sees you smile, it makes his heart overflow with love and joy and he suddenly wants to kiss you all the time.

When he leaves you, (he’ll never admit this) it makes him want to cry.

Jason doesn’t even know how to describe you. You’re ethereal, a goddess, you’re every right decision, you’re every gorgeous street in Paris, you’re all the stars in the countryside, you’re every good book that exists- you are absolutely perfect. He would trade every light in the world for one single second he could spend looking at you. He was made to love you, and he’s so, so lucky that you’re dumb enough to think that you were made to love him. He appreciates the sentiment, really, but he could never actually believe it to be true.

And now, he has to leave? There’s been rumours of a Gotham-esque villain in some country that he can’t pronounce. It’s not like you’re incapable of coming with him- you’ve beat his ass so many times that he’s lost count. The Bat doesn’t want you there, and deep down, Jason can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.

But he’ll be damned if he leaves without you.

He’s made up his mind.

Jason grabs your arm.

“I’m not getting in that car unless you back your bags. You’re coming with me. I don’t want to leave you anymore. Not ever. No.”

You look at him.

He loves you.

Your face splits into another one of those smiles that makes Jason want to hold you until he simply passes away from love-overload, if that’s even a thing.

It’s final.

He’s never going anywhere you aren’t. You’ll always be together.

For a minute, it’s fate. You and him.

Souls forever intertwined.