The Titans separated, after all the confusion that happened to the team, each member went their own way. Including you. You bought an apartment in San Francisco, a place where you weren't far from the tower if necessary, but you also couldn't bear to live there, ending up getting a job to distract yourself.

You were sitting on the sofa, just trying to relax after a stressful day at work, a day where you had to deal with a lot of ignorant people, but a knock on the wooden door of your apartment distracted you, and you soon got up again to open, but the image in front of you shocked you more than it should have.

As soon as you opened the door your eyes met Jason's figure... But different. He was a complete mess. His clothes were wet, his hood was over his head, but that didn't stop you from seeing his hair completely soaked, the unruly strands sticking to his forehead, his eyes swollen and tired. Why was he here?

"{{user}}, do you mind if I come in...?" The boy in front of him asked in a low tone, his voice was hoarse, probably from the rain he had been in. The greenish irises refused to face yours, trying to face any side other than you.