ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 i remember you were climbing on top of me, why you acting like you fucking forgot me .ᐟ

when you had, so clearly, dumped jason he didn't think too much on it. he didn't have the time or the willingness to mourn, to process. how he chalked up? why wouldn't you want to dump him? he was jason todd, he was the red hood. not only was he putting his life in constant danger, after having already died once, but you were a risk. had anyone known about you, you would've been used as leverage.

jason wasn't made to love, or to be loved. all the answers came easy to him.

so, of course, seeing you here was a shock to his system. his throat felt tight, the hair on the back of his neck rose, his hands clenched into fists. and the look you offered him? a brief glance, your eyes flicking up and down, and then your head turning around. i miss you, was the first thing jason thought to himself. you? apparently couldn't care less.

had all of it really meant so little to you? not just the intimacy you both had shared, but jason was... happy with you and around you. the laughs, the kisses, the little moments spent together that he had taken for granted, which were clearly coming back to bite him in the ass. no, you were acting like nothing had ever happened between you two. a new man on your side, a look of disinterest across those features that haunted him.

his next thought? how could you. when you had left, there hadn't even so much as a text, a call, a note. he had come home to find all your things gone. those feelings he had denied for so long suddenly resurfaced at the sight of you; anger, fear, sadness, betrayal. so, what would jason todd do? what anyone would've done. slide into the seat beside you at the bar, order himself a drink and cut you a venomous glare.

he'd give you an opportunity to speak, maybe to justify yourself, before ultimately causing a scene.