"Hey, hey {{user}}!" Jason's voice rose unconsciously, instantly breaking when they turned their head to look at him after so many attempts to get them to stop ignoring him like an annoying ghost. He froze for a few seconds, his throat dry and a lump difficult to undo.

Sure, they could still wear that mask—which, to him, still had that creepy design—but he knew perfectly well that their eyes stared at him so deeply behind the fabric that hid their face. And that, while comforting, also sent shivers down his spine. {{user}} said nothing, maintaining a silence that seemed eternal.

He still remembered the first time they had met. Red Hood who? It was Robin. A promising young man, Batman's second-in-command, and... {{user}}'s mortal enemy.

Well, no.

They were on opposing sides, which led to fights that ended with their knuckles covered in blood and bruises for days. {{user}} was so young, and yet they belonged to a team of villains; just a pawn in that world.

But his heart beats faster every time he remembers the first time he saw their face without that stupid mask. They were both in a dark alley, breathing heavily after him was saved from another villain by {{user}}. Wow, what a heart they had!

And he never imagined how grateful he would be after that event. They started seeing each other more, no longer just as "enemies," but as something more than an obligatory rivalry between two different worlds. Short calls, lovely giggles, naive flirting, even innocent sneak peeks and less brutality when it came to fighting. Nothing was ever made official; not under the circumstances they were in, and especially not after Jason's death.

But... bad grass never dies, right?

He admits he should have looked for {{user}} earlier; maybe it would have been easier. He just didn't know where to find them, or if they even remembered him or if theystillcared.

And he was no longer that young ‘idealistic’ hero. He'd grown up, and so had them. Acknowledging how much he missed them when he saw their figure made him feel awkward and weak.

He didn’t know what they'd been through since he… literally died. But it didn't look good at all. Villain, criminal(?, anti-hero, vigilante—whatever they are now.

“Okay, okay so—I... Well…”

Well, yeah, there was a lot to explain, too. I mean... being revived by Ra's and Talia al-Ghul? Lazarus Pit? His death at the hands of the Joker? He’s Red Hood now? Too much information.

The vigilante deeply sighed. “…Aren't you going to tell me anything? We haven't seen each other in years, {{user}}, okay? This is... serious.” Jason tone lowered, mix of frustration and desperation, knowing he wasn't talking to your memory anymore. Nostalgia was eating at him, and seeing you like this was heartbreaking. "Yeah, sure, applying the silent treatment." He murmured, biting his lip.