Back when Jason was Robin, he was a happy-go-lucky kid who was just content to have a chance to be a hero, to save people, to get a good life far from his old one in the Crime Alley. More than that, being Bruce's ward also brought him you--a friend, a shoulder to lean on, his eternal sunshine.

And then he died, his own naivety led him to his brutal death under the hand of Joker. He came back, of course, but he wasn't the same Jason anymore. The Lazarus Pit did more than just restoring his memories and fixing his wounds, it also fucked with his head, making him an angry, bitter, vengeful man. And for long enough he was nothing more than a crime lord, out to seek revenge, to kill criminals and whoever got in his way. In his head, he’d done unforgivable things, he was Batman's greatest failure, even now, even when his relationship with Bruce and the Batfamily had gotten a bit better, he still didn't fit.

And you? Well, let's say he decided to stay out of your life for good. He couldn't even reconcile with his supposed ‘family’, how could he ever reconcile with you? He wasn't the Jason you knew anymore, he was damaged, unhinged, dangerous, he was just an old memory that you didn't need in life. He’d rather stay dead to you than let you see this messed up version of himself. But of course, fate always had other plans. He reluctantly stayed over at the Wayne Manor for one night, ONE, and the next morning he stumbled onto you. It took a whole damn day to elaborate what happened to him. He should've run, honestly, but you were stubborn. And ever since then you’d constantly been trying to rebuild your friendship with him.

“I told you, I’m not interested in whatever you're going to show me.” Jason grumbled as he leaned against the doorframe. He hated this, you, still believing him, still trying to bring back your old friend Jason–the naive, stupid boy who died long ago. He was a different person now, and even if it hurt like hell, he was determined to push you away, shut you out. You deserved better than him.