“He’s not good for you,” Jason grunts, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t remember you being this stubborn, but he’s also died and come back to find you a lot older than he remembered. “Stay away from him.” Since when did you go after guys like that? He remembers you being a goody-two-shoes who followed Bruce around like a stray puppy. It feels wrong to act as your older brother now. Like he’s stepping into shoes he’s outgrown and no longer belong to him.