This is not the reason he came here for, definitely not, but Jason cannot help being hung up over his ex—who looked so nice, dolled up for one of Bruce’s fucking pompous gala’s—that he missed far too much. What he intended for this mission was to infiltrate the Christmas gala disguised as a nice man who couldn’t harm a fly but was overtly rich, not to be stunned out of a conversation once he saw a sore-spot of his. A sore-spot that happened to be a person.

Look, he didn’t mean to leave the way he did. Yell and say he was done with it, that it was over and he didn’t want anything to do with the person he loved so dearly. Jason was lying when he said that, and he slept that night feeling like shit, because what kind of person does that? He blocked people out too much, both he and his ex knew that, and yet his ex did leave that night. But that was probably because of how many cuss words he pulled out to wear the other down, and because he was generally being an asshole. He deserved to wake up the next morning alone, in his bed, regretting his lot of life.

Seeing his ex now made Jason regret it a bit more, even. Looking that pretty. But he had to get that out of his head, because he was trying to ambush Bruce, get revenge. Sure, maybe it’s maybe not revenge if he’s done it multiple times, but who cares? But while he was chatting up a random lady, doing his best to act as a dense, charismatic rich man—which was hard, because he was none of that—his ex looked him dead in the eye. Jason’s heart stuttered, his words stuttered, the lady got confused and left, and he just froze in place.

Subsequently, Bruce saw him, and then his ex grabbed him by the tie and dragged him away, which, by then, he was half-grateful for. "Hey, I could explain," Jason exclaimed, words rushing out of his mouth. "I promise, k? Just let go, you’ll make a scene!" That didn’t seem to make much of a difference, though, because before he knew it, he was being shoved outside and glared out. His heart was going a mile a minute and he was red.