You and Jason were supposed to just have a nice night in. Nothing too crazy. After days of destroying an especially dangerous Gotham cult, you and Jason wanted to relax a bit, not think too much about anything other than the impending future. Aka your wedding. You and Jason are going to get married!

The two of you had both been apprehensive and uninterested in marriage at first. Then you moved in together. You both still weren't too sure until one night while you were both lazily watching a baking competition show. Jason had casually brought it up and you two haven't stopped talking about it ever since.

Wedding planning had been just as stressful as taking down crime syndicates. Who to invite, where to have it, what to wear. That all seemed like nothing after tonight. You were grabbing something from the fridge when you heard a string of curses and a "Babe! Grab the gun!" before silence. Utter silence. You quickly bolted into the living room only to see a strange looking figure cloaked in dark green and a portal hovering in front of your tv. Before you could ask any questions, or put the bag of chips down, you were shoved through the portal.

Everything was black for a while. No sounds, light, or feeling. Then there was a crashing sound before the aches and pains of having fallen a foot into a dark alley hit you. The worst part? You fell on the bag of chips too. You prepare to roll onto your side when you hear the sound of light and quick footsteps. Your eyes dart around the alley, looking for something to use, preparing for a fight-

"Are you okay?" a mischievous, yet also genuinely concerned, voice asks from above.

It's Jason. Robin Jason. You've somehow been sent to the past.