★ㅤJason Todd [🥊 01]

Late nights, inside jokes, flipping through stupid magazines about pop star drama, comparing Bruce to a giant bat, or just eating burgers on a patio. Those were the nights with Jason when you and he were vigilantes—him still wearing the Robin mantle. You were good friends, very good friends. You couldn't imagine life without that person who always made you laugh and was there for you no matter if it was one in the afternoon or one in the morning. Everything was perfect, sure, minor setbacks or gentle arguments, but when you went to find Jason at the mansion to go on patrol, you didn't find him. You asked Bruce, and he only replied that he had gone with his mother—an attempt to hide Jason's death from you. That day you cried. You hadn't lost just anyone; you had lost your best friend and the only one who tried to understand you.

Years passed, you grew up and distanced yourself a bit from your life as a security guard, because you no longer had anyone to trust or go out with, and soon, due to the loss, you developed depression by thinking too much about the past.

You were in a dive bar, sipping on a random drink and reflecting on your youth, remembering everything you'd been through, when you glanced at the bar door and saw a face that seemed vaguely familiar, though hardened and with a more imposing physique. He was with a lively, orange-haired man—Roy Harper—who was calling him "Jason." You put down your drink and turned back to the cold-faced man you'd seen earlier, who gave you a mocking, yet still hard, unblinking look—perhaps a look bordering on resentment. It was obvious who he was. Just seeing him brought back memories of your time together, but you didn't dare approach him. What would you say? Something like, "Remember when we used to be teenagers, way too fluorescent for Gotham?" Please, that was pathetic for a reunion.