Eleven weeks.

Eleven weeks Jason had been staring at his phone, the landline at his apartment, the landline at the Manor, his mailbox, and Bruce's mailbox. Waiting. Hoping.

Eleven weeks since Jason's fiancée had been officially declared missing in action.

Eleven weeks that Jason waiting in agonizing silence for her CO to tell him they were wrong. Or that they found her.

Eleven weeks...of nothing.

Jason was sitting at the Manor dining table, hands shaking as he read over the letters he'd received from {{user}} while she'd been overseas in Iraq.

She was a fighter pilot for the U.S. Air Force. And he loved her for it. But he just wanted her to come home.

Tears fell to the table as Jason read the last letter she'd sent him.

Tour is over in four weeks. I can't wait to see you. I miss you so much and I love you. Stay safe.

Eleven weeks of nothing.

Then a knock came. Jason hurriedly wiped his face and watched as Dick ran to the door. Jason's entire family, Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian, and even Alfred, had been waiting for news as well.

Jason's heart dropped to his stomach when he saw Dick walk back, supporting a beaten and bruised {{user}}.

"Sweetheart." Jason choked out. "They-they told us you were MIA."

For eleven weeks.