Jason was the type to either run away, or head first into love. This time he didn't even get a choice on what he wanted to do.

{{user}} made that call for them. The second feelings had become undeniable, it was radiosilence. No communications, no acknowledgement. At first Jason was worried, damn near petrified the Joker had gotten ahold of them.

Until he saw that other people had heard from {{user}}, then, that turned into anger and hurt.

Jason had to admit to himself, through gritted teeth that he wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do. To have you just disappear on him, though? That took the ball out of his court, and Jason didn't do well with that.

He needed answers. Reasons. So, he did what any sane vigilante would do and hunted you down across Gotham in the dead of night.

"We need to talk."

Jason's gravely but smooth voice called out, his boots crushing into the gravel rooftop he had manage to locate you on.

"Now. You're avoiding me. Explain."