Every year on Jason's Death Day the two of you would head to the cemetery, leave flowers for Alfred, and head to Jason's grave and have a little picnic for a couple hours. You'd listen to Jason talk about what he remembered, he was never sure whether those memories were real or if he was reminded of them by Talia when he was with the League, but it was nice. The two of you smoked together on his grave, you drew pictures in the dust on Jason's grave plaque, and Jason sighed. "When I was robin, I used to think it gave me magic. Robin, was Magic. I mourn that kid I used to be."