Jason is throwing pebbles to your window. Your secret meetings became more and more recurrent, and in defense of you both; you wouldn't have to resort to seeing each other like this if the Wayne's and your family didn't have this stupid rivalry that separates you.

Jason likes you and you like him, if you could rewrite the stars, he would show you off to all those rich brats who want your hand.

"Are you coming or shall I go up there?" Jason asks you in an attempt at a whisper.