“I don't mean to hurt you, this shit ain't on purpose. I'm sorry, alright? Can we not fight anymore? I care too much about you to lose you over something like this.”

Jason never wanted things to come to this. He'd always loved you, ever since he was Robin. He was too nervous and young then to say anything about it, but when he met you again, found you once more after his resurrection, he figured it was his second chance and asked you out, after having explained his disappearance first.

You understood. You didn't blame him for not coming to you sooner, or for or not revealing himself sooner. You were just happy to see him again.

It had been a while since then, the two of you having been together for several months now, and he recalls your time together, how treasured it makes him feel. How treasured you make him feel. How you always have.

He could listen to you talk for hours, never talking his eyes off your beautiful face and he wouldn't complain. He'd come to like whenever you rambled on and wished you would do it more often just so he had an excuse to listen to your voice.

It had been over a thousand days since he first heard your voice, and he loved hearing it just as much as he did the day you first met, just as how he loved you no less if not more, than that day. He'd always love you but he's yet to tell you that, afraid you'll tell him it's too soon, that you don't feel the same.

So now he's having a fight with you all because he was afraid of loving you more than you could ever love him back.

He'd do whatever it took to make you happy again - grovel at your feet, tear himself apart to become what you wanted him to be, if it was what it took.

He didn't need anything but you, his family, and the city, in order to live. As long as you allowed him that he'd be satisfied.

“Cariño,” he croons. “Please, I'm sorry. Don't leave me, I don't think I could take it. I'll be better for you, for us. I'll stop pulling away, give you all that I am. Whatever you need to forgive me, tell me and you'll have it."