(A/N): Alternate ending!

Jason walked into the Batcave and pushed the button on his helmet to release it. He pulled off the red helmet and placed it on a table nearby. Bruce had requested his presence here in Gotham and who was he to argue when the old man was practically begging. However, Bruce was nowhere to be seen and Jason frowned. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he looked around the empty cave. Maybe he was on patrol with his spawn. The thought of Damian Wayne was enough to give Jason a headache.

"Ah, Master Jason, how nice to see you." Alfred said as he descended down the stairs with a tray balanced on his hand.

"Hey Alfred, you've seen Bruce?" Jason asked as he plopped down in a chair and swung his legs onto a table that he assumed was holding some of Damian's things.

"Perhaps if you would show your face around here more then you would know that Master Bruce is at a gala tonight." Alfred said as he nudged Jason's legs off the table and placed his tray in the spot they had been.

"You know me, Alfred." Jason murmured as Alfred poured him a cup of tea.

"Master Bruce shall be back in the morning. You are welcomed to stay in your room for the night." Alfred told him and Jason rolled his eyes.

"My room is in the Heights Alfred, you know this." Jason said and Alfred sighed.

"Yes Master Jason." Alfred conceded before turning to leave. "Stubborn, every one last of you." He muttered as he ascended up the stairs. Jason chuckled lightly before sipping on the tea that Alfred had brought him. He always had the uncanny ability to have a cup of tea ready no matter when you showed up. Maybe that was his super power.

Jason leaned back in the chair he was sitting in and looked around the cave. It was a organized mess and he knew Alfred tried to keep it as tidy as possible, but Bruce would always mess it up somehow. Add in Damian and it was practically impossible to be absolutely clean. He sighed and stood up before walking around. He picked up a couple of case files trying to piece together why Bruce would want him here. He was sure that he would call in Grayson or Tim in before him. Hell, he had Damian now too—while his detective work was subpar at best, he did have a blood lust that rivaled Jason's "supposed" one.

After shuffling through a couple of papers and finding absolutely nothing, Jason decided to take a walk down memory lane. He strolled passed Bruce's old suits, Grayson's old suit, and stopped at his old Robin costume. His relationship with Bruce and the rest of the family was strained at best, but he had to admit it did improve over the six years since he revealed to be alive again. He was closest to Babs and Alfred without a doubt, but Tim had his moments after he got over the replacement thing. Grayson and him still butt heads and sometimes they may need to have a little sparing to deal with it, but he was all right too.

Bruce, ever the sentimental man he is, decided to keep his Red-X costume as well. He repaired all the damages—in a superficial way and hung it up next to Jason's Robin costume. He had offered it to Jason and Dick, but both refused to hold onto it. Jason sighed as he looked over the costume and thinking back to the times he wore it. Particular memories stuck out more than others, ones having to do with one Little Bird. He could feel the usual clenching in his chest that happened whenever he thought about her. Six years. Six long ass years since he has seen her last.

That's a lie. He saw her on the news and he saw her in pictures, but he hasn't seen her in person since they broke up. He thinks about her all the time. He wonders what she's doing and if she was happy. Did she still love him? Did she even think about him? Or was he some far off memory or a regret that she tucked away into the back of her mind. Is she dating some asshole on the League or some asshole with enough balls to dare come near his girl? Except she's not yours. Jason scowled at the thought.

Nothing distracted him enough from her. Not when he joined with Roy and Kori for a bit. Not when he reconciled with Bruce and the rest. Not when he was beating scum to an absolute pulp. Nothing. She was always there in the forefront of his mind and if he were honest with himself, that's where he wanted her. He sighed and let his head drop down. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. It's been six years, of course she has forgotten about him. He was some lowlife that somehow landed her, but was stupid enough to let her go.

Jason sighed again before walking back to the table he was at and collecting the teacup and saucer. He walked out of the Batcave and through the manor before entering the kitchen and depositing the cup and dish into the sink. He entered the hallway again to head back to the cave and collect his belongings before leaving back to his apartment.

"Never would have guessed this was your scene, Jason." A chill ran up Jason's spine and he was suddenly frozen. It couldn't be. He slowly turned around and at the other end of the hallway was none other than Raven. He stared back at her in a confounding mix of shock, awe, wonder, and relief. She was in civilian clothes and was staring back at him with her arms crossed in front of her. She looked practically the same with maybe just another inch or two in height and slightly more angular features. She was here. Only a few feet away from him and all the things he wanted to say to her were suddenly stuck in his throat.

"Little Bird," Jason finally murmured and his words hung in the air between them. Raven smiled slightly and Jason had to fight the urge to run over to her and kiss the ever-living shit out of her. That's all he wanted to do. "Um, how are you?" He asked scratching the back of his head. Raven couldn't him but grin; the cocky boy she had known was now acting shy. Maybe catching him off guard like this was a good thing after all.

"I'm good. The League turned out better than I thought and I still get to work with Victor so that's a plus." She told him keeping her voice even.

"That's…That's great. That's really great." He said shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"I see you've gained a new persona." Raven mentioned, eyeing the red bat symbol across his chest.

"Yeah, Red Hood is what I go by. Mostly work here in Gotham doing the dirty work and all that." He shrugged and Raven hummed in response. Jason was on edge, he hadn't been expecting this at all and he didn't know what to do with himself. Should he play it cool and act like nothing had happened? Should he just run over and kiss her? What if she had a boyfriend? That's no good. It better not be that punk Aqualad. Why was she here of all places? It wasn't like Gotham was her stomping grounds. He would have known otherwise.

"How much of an inner monologue do you have going right now?" She asked and he smirked.

"Shakespeare would be impressed." He quipped and Raven chuckled.

"Did you know that A Midsummer's Night Dream is actually one of my favorite plays?" She asked.

"I don't believe you ever told me that one." Jason grinned.

"I never really finished my list." Raven told him and Jason smiled, but this time a little sadder.

"What are you doing here?" He finally asked.

"I had to call in a favor from a friend." She told him with a shrug of her shoulder. He narrowed his eyes, when suddenly everything started to piece itself together. Bruce didn't need him for some mission; he called him here because Raven asked him to. But, what could that possibly mean?

"You asked Bruce to call me here." Jason stated and she nodded. "Why?"

"I thought it was the time and place." Raven smiled. Jason started to smile and eventually that formed into laughter, one that he couldn't stop. He walked over to Raven and immediately pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her off the ground, burying his face into her neck.

"Oh Little Bird," Jason murmured pulling away from her. "You are still the best." He smiled and Raven laughed. He immediately kissed her and her arms tightened around him as she wove her fingers into his hair. His heart pounded in his chest when he felt her love seep into him and he mustered just enough energy to push his onto her. He took her deepening the kiss as a sign that she felt it. They pulled away a little breathless and Jason rested his forehead on hers. "What made you decide now?" He asked softly.

"I've always been ready Jason." She told him pulling away and looking up at him. "I was just waiting for you to catch up." She grinned and Jason chuckled lightly before kissing her forehead.

"You didn't tell me you love me until we broke up. I didn't think you were ready." Jason murmured. Raven smirked and looked up at him before pushing her emotions out to him. He sighed in relief and happiness feeling her emotions wash over him.

"I thought it was obvious that I love you. It was implied that entire time, really." Raven told him and Jason smiled down at her.

"I know. I just like hearing you say it though." He smirked and Raven rolled her eyes. Jason leaned down and kissed her firmly again. "I love you, Raven." He told her.

"I love you too, Jason." She whispered.