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Imagine: Rachel telling you she likes you. "Want me to get him out of here?"You asked Rachel as you walked into the kitchen to see Jason singing loudly with his headphones on. "Please."Rachel told you. "Hey, Jason!"You yelled but when he paid you no mind you walked up behind him, grabbed his headphones off his head and hurled them down the hallway. He was too busy running after to shout at you. Rachel smirked and you kicked the door behind him. "How did you handle him doing that back in Gotham?"Rachel asked. "I'd throw baterangs at him until he stopped." "And it worked?" "Sometimes." "Anyway,"Rachel said."how's your life? I feel like this is the first time I've seen you since..." "The divorce?"You asked."Yeah. But you know what? It just teaches you that nothing lasts forever. Especially love." "Oh."Rachel spoke quietly. "I'm sorry, Rache, but that's the way I see things."You shrugged."Always have. Every couple I've ever known has gotten divorced. My parents are just another one." "That's a bit negative, don't you think?" "I guess, but it's reality." "I don't think you should see things that way." "And why's that?" "Because I like you. Like really like you."
