Soulmates were a once in a lifetime thing. It wasn’t like out of fiction, it was a real connection. Not names on the wrist or anything that people liked to write about. There was..a phenomenon. Two people who were destined to be each-others missing half. It was rare. One in a million chance for two people to actually find there ‘other’. And there was ways to find them. Sure some believed in fate and would try and look on there own..But when someone destined to another fell asleep at the same time as there other half, they would share a dream. Maybe it would be lucid enough to actually meet and talk, maybe it would be just passing by each-other in some dream scenario. It was fate that let the situation line up. And Jason had always wanted for it to happen when he was younger, for him to have someone who would complete him. But then he died and just gave up. And that spark he had as a kid was gone. Replaced with an empty hole he expected to never be filled

Tonight was a typical night for Jason, he’d been on a hard mission the day prior so when he fell asleep he was thrown into a nightmare. The one that had plagued his dream for years, the same dream he had over and over again. Back in that chair, in that abandoned ward of Arkham. He could hear the jokers laugh all around him, he could feel the pain from all the hits he’d taken..but this time he wasn’t alone. There was someone across from him, tied up similarly to him. They were just starting to wake up, beaten similarly to how he was. He’d never seen them before, and it brought him back to reality just enough for him to realize it was a dream..one different then he typically had