Wounds sometimes never heal after damage, despite all the time that has passed. Despite other worst times he had suffered, Jason had not forgotten those days at Ma Gunns' school. The nights were cold, the loud words and noises were usually the sobs of children who wished they had had a corresponding family so they wouldn't end up there.

He had even made a friend there, with whom he met secretly in a hiding place that was nothing more than a small closet in which they both fit, they laughed together and secretly nibbled on the small desserts that they managed to steal from the dangerous kitchen of punishment items. .

In that place, it had been just two children against the world. Imagining what life would be like without alleys, without police and without laws: where he could just take care of you, as he had promised with trembling hands on your cheeks.

How he would have liked that promise to have been fulfilled. When Batman found out about this, he believed it was finally time to flee from that crime scene: but it was too late. Faye Gunn, his grandmother and the mastermind of everything, had caused the separation of the two friends.

Now he was in front of that old friend, silent and not knowing what to say, with his fingers in a nervous twitch against the bar glass. He hung his head, ashamed of the thoughts that he wasn't the one who helped you. They both looked equally broken, ruined by life.

“So… that was it.” Jason exhaled after having resisted breathing for so long, looking at you as if he were trying to discover every expression you caused when listening to his story since that school was taken to certain ruin. "How about you?"

He never thought he would see you again, it's so hard to believe that he was back with his childhood best friend, sharing a drink at the bar. It's feel so strange for him.