Jason always thought that the red string attached to his finger was pointless. He’d already mentally deemed himself as unlovable and too violent for anybody to be around. His soulmate could always find someone better. Most settled down with someone who wasn’t their soulmate anyway.

Jason was sitting on a rooftop after a particularly uneventful patrol as Red Hood, flicking an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He wasn’t a smoker. Never planned on picking it up too soon. Though, a stranger who lived in the building he was sitting on begged to differ. At least, Jason thought so because they approached him and offered unwanted advice about how smoking caused severe lung damage. Jason was about to turn around to curse the stranger out when he saw that the string wound around his ring finger led straight to the.. stranger. No. Oh god, no. “Damnit. God damnit.” Jason grumbled to himself, trying to hide his panic as he attempted to think of a way to let this stranger, his soulmate, down.