Jason Todd wasn't a man of the past. Trust him, he wasn't.

But when it came for her, it was a whole different story. It's like time stopped and he couldn't find his way out, it's like every fiber of his body craved her. Missed her. And that's why he distanced himself from her.

After his death and resurrection, Jason promised himself to never see her again, never talk to her, look at her, and, God forbid, touch her. He would never do that. Well, not on his will.

But now he was in front of her; {{user}}. Full gear on, masked and the gun firmly aimed at her chest. She was still as beautiful as he remembered. Of course time made her even more ethereal, more mature. She was not fifteen anymore, not Wonder Woman's sidekick, not his best friend, not the girl he was madly in love with. Nobody. And he's almost positive that, even with the helmet off, she wouldn't recognize him.

But that's alright because he didn't come for a reunion.

"Nice place you got here. Be a shame if something happened to it." Jason muttered, his voice distorted in a different tone because of the voice changer inserted on his helmet. "Now, how about you tell me what I need to know?"