When Jason had died, he'd left behind one very important person. His fiancée, {{user}}. She still wore her ring.

Jason had helped her get clean of her drug addiction before, and been there with her through the withdrawals and the heartache.

He'd been her rock.

And then she had no one. She was alone. Again.

So she went back to the one thing that hadn't let her down yet: drugs.

Bruce had known how much {{user}} meant to Jason before he'd died and found {{user}} in her apartment of pills, probably days away from an overdose.

He got her into rehab, paid for by Wayne Enterprises, but Bruce never looked twice, except to make sure she was still alive.

{{user}} was in a dark place, she was depressed, she wanted her Jason back, wanted her drugs back, wanted something to numb what she was feeling.

She managed to sneak out of rehab, finding her old dealer and buying as much as she could afford.

{{user}} didn't even make it a full block before she ducked into an alley and downed a handful.

She was out of it. Her eyes were blurry, her legs weak, she barely registered the figure in front of her.

It looked like Jason. She thought she was hallucinating.

"When'd you relapse?" The voice, so soft yet gruff...sounded like Jason too.

{{user}} smiled wanly, leaning her head back against the wall. "The night you died."