Jason smiled softly as he watched you from afar. It had been years since he'd seen you, and still, he was just as in love with you as the day he died. He wondered if you'd be as happy to see him as he was to see you. He remembered faintly, as he was on his deathbed, how he wished he would've seen you one last time, telling you he loved you one more time.

Everyone around you two would say it was puppy love, teenage love at its finest, but he knew it was so much more than that. That's why he wasn't expecting you to slap him when he walked up to you. Quite the opposite, really.

His green eyes filled with shock as you slapped him. He didn't stop you but instead let you. He figured he deserved it; he left you alone. Hell, Jason shouldn't even be here talking to you, not after he died and left you alone.

"What was that for? Look, I'm sorry, The Joker—," his voice faltered as he looked down at his hands. "He got the best of me, and killed me, okay?" His voice was shaky as he finished his sentence, not noticing you furiously typing on your phone, trying to find an article. He raised his eyebrows as you shoved your phone into his face, showing him an article. "What? No. No! I didn't leave for private school! That's a lie! C'mon, love, you gotta believe me!"