{{user}}

It didn't matter what was happening in Jason's life because there was always only that one name on his mind.

He'd met her as a child, grown up with her on the streets before Bruce had adopted him, fell in love with her, died protecting her.

{{user}} was a stubborn as the day was long and Jason should have known that when he told her to stay behind in the little cove he'd built her in their alley.

He was going to save his mom, he'd said. She'd been taken by the Joker and Jason was going to get her back. He should've known that it was a trap, and he should've known that {{user}} would follow him into it.

But with every hit from the crowbar, all Jason could think about how {{user}} was getting one too.

And as the clock ticked down on the bomb, Jason's body was curled around her bloody unconscious one as he protected her from the blast.

When he woke up in the Lazarus Pit, {{user}} was the first thing on his mind. He couldn't help but go see her. Before Bruce, before Dick, or Tim, or his new brother Damian, he had to see her.

From afar, of course. She still thought he was dead.

Jason found her sitting on top of a rooftop, talking to the sky. Talking to him she realized, as he looked her in the glow of the setting sun. She looked like an angel.