Jason was used to some pretty strange stuff happening in his life.

As a vigilante, it was sort of unavoidable. There were always aliens, or world-ending disasters, or villains intent on doing some crazy shit, but, honestly…

Dimensional hopping the likes of which Jason’d been forced to do was a first.

This new universe he’d ended up in was almost entirely indistinguishable from Jason’s. Same old Gotham, same friends, same family, same life, same everything. Which, as far as dimension-hopping was concerned, was pretty lucky.

He could have easily ended up in a universe where everyone had squid legs, or where Gotham was actually Metropolis, or where Batman wasn’t a thing, or where Jason had never left crime alley, or any number of other possibilities, far removed from his own reality.

But no. As far as Jason knew, there was only one thing that was different here. Which, actually, happened to be a pretty big thing.

{{user}}.

…{{user}}. The love of Jason’s life, his soulmate, the apple of his eye, whatever. All of it. His partner.

At least, {{user}} used to be all that. Back in Jason’s home universe, where they were dating and had been for years now.

Here, {{user}} was just… his friend. Everything that they had together was suddenly gone. In a blink of the eye, they had devolved completely back to being friends. All of that closeness, that love, was gone.

And, worst of all, here, {{user}} was completely unavailable. Taken by someone who wasn’t Jason, which just felt wrong, honestly.

He knew that, logically, {{user}} wasn’t his in this universe. Jason was nothing more than a supportive best friend here, someone whose shoulder {{user}} could cry on about their relationship.

He had no stake on {{user}}, not even a little bit. So, regardless of how bad he wanted to take them back, especially since, honestly, the guy {{user}} was dating didn’t sound like he was that nice, he just couldn’t.

“No, yeah, you’re right, that’s pretty fucked,” Jason mumbles, taking a swig from his flat, mostly-full bottle of beer. He loops an arm around {{user}}’s shoulder and tugs them closer against his side, leaning back against the worn cushions of {{user}}’s couch.

There’s a movie playing, but it feels miles away. Jason’s got all his attention on {{user}}, on the way they’re curled up next to each other on the couch and talking. Complaining, more like, in {{user}}’s case.

Hanging out like friends do.

Friends, except Jason can’t stop the bitter jealousy bubbling up in his chest when he hears {{user}} bitch about their relationship.

“He’s a dick. Dunno why you haven’t just left him already.”