Sometimes, Jason didn't think he was truly alive after crawling out of the ground. He thought that he was in his own twisted version of limbo because the world just didn't know where he truly belonged. Robin belonged somewhere good, but Jason Todd belonged nowhere. He wasn't a good person. He firmly believed in what he did, despite Bruce and his little golden rule, but there was still blood on his hands.

Blood he didn't want to stain you with.

You were one of the only good things—a shred of light in his own limbo. Sitting on the couch in your apartment as you cackled at the stupid, cheesy rom-com you put on whilst pointing out every flaw, he wasn't truly watching the screen. He was watching you.

You deserved more than him. Better than him. But Jason was nothing if not a selfish person. He'd only show you the best of him.