Jason Todd has survived death, betrayal, and more pain than most people could imagine.

But losing {{user}}?

That was different.

Because unlike everything else that was taken from him—

He was the one who let her go.

Everyone knew.

The entire family knew.

Bruce Wayne knew.

Damian Wayne knew.

Dick Grayson knew.

Tim Drake knew.

Nobody had ever seen Jason look at someone the way he looked at {{user}}.

You were inseparable.

The kind of love people joked about because it seemed impossible to break.

Until Jason broke it himself.

Nobody knew why.

Not even you.

One day he ended it.

And it destroyed both of you.

After the breakup, {{user}} disappeared.

Completely.

No calls.

No messages.

No sightings.

Nothing.

At first everyone assumed she needed time.

Then days became weeks.

Weeks became months.

Months became years.

Three years.

Even Bruce couldn’t find her.

And Bruce Wayne could find almost anyone.

Eventually the family stopped talking about it as much.

But Jason never stopped looking.

Never stopped wondering.

Never stopped regretting.

Three years.

Three years without a single trace.

Jason tells himself it doesn’t bother him anymore.

Tells himself he’s moved on.

Tells himself a lot of things.

Most of them are lies.

The Batcave is unusually quiet tonight.

Jason is leaning against the computer console while Bruce reviews reports.

Then suddenly—

A notification appears.

A match.

Not a confirmed identity.

Not much.

Just enough.

Three years of nothing.

And now—

Something.

The room falls silent.

Jason’s heart drops straight into his stomach.

Bruce looks up slowly.

Neither of them speaks for a moment.

Then Bruce quietly says,

“…Jason.”

Because they both know exactly whose name is attached to the file.

And after three years—

For the first time—

{{user}} might finally have been found.