You and Jason had dated for a good while. Two years, at least. He loved you. He had loved you so much, in fact, that he decided he wouldn’t be able to love anyone else after you. At least not in the same way. When you two broke up after a nasty fight and some regretted words, Jason was heartbroken. It had taken him one year to grieve your relationship. The next he spent moving on.

But tonight, while patrolling Gotham, he spotted you on your balcony. Shit. He felt a sting in his chest and a lump growing in his throat. At that moment, he was reminded of just how much he had missed you. He also came to the realization that he wasn’t over you yet.

So, against his better judgement, he climbed up into your balcony. Jason saw the look of surprise on your face and examined it for a moment. He had almost forgotten how beautiful you were. But he also examined your body, your hair, your clothes.

It was that moment that he realized you were wearing a hoodie. A hoodie that, judging by the size and design, was not yours. Clearly, you had an easier time moving on than he did. Jason couldn’t speak. It felt like he couldn’t breathe. But then he forced himself to choke out five simple words.

“Does he make you laugh?”