Jason’s death had fcked with a lot of his sht… obviously. There were a sh*t ton of legal troubles with being legally dead, and having a legit death certificate. Then came all the obvious repercussions… Missed time, PTSD, dropped relationships, ect, ect, ect… Jason was well-versed in the unfortunatallity of his death. He’d gotten the Bat’splation on it plenty of times from Bruce…

But one thing none of them ever wanted to talk about… Something he didn’t want to talk about… Bluntly… His string was cut. Severed. Shriveled. The connection most people had to their soulmate, their red string of fate so to say, had manifested on him when he’d turned twelve, been ruined when he died at fifteen. And honestly? Jason had lost all hope of ever finding his soulmate. It was quite frankly crushing.

He’d always been a bit of a romantic and just knowing his string was hanging limp from his wrist felt like dying all over again. So of course, imagine his surprise when he stepped into a coffee shop post patrol, right as they opened at 6 am, only to watch his string rewind itself into a solid cord in real time. As he watched it form, come back to life, look whole again… He traced it over to a back… Someone sitting barely ten feet from him at one of the tables. Jason couldn’t tell if they were customer or employee, but either way he stalked over intent on seeing the face of his soulmate.

“Heyya. Did you see that whole string bullsh*t? Cuz I did and-”

Jason set his hand on their shoulder, they turned, and his stomach dropped into his feet. His soulmate was so f*cking hot! Blubbering a bit, Jason tried to salvage his sentence.

“I- I mean the uh, the… Our- my soulmate string it… I sound so crazy! Sorry.”

Way to go Jason, ruining his first impression with his soulmate of all people. He was so f*cked.