You and Jason had been dating for a while, and you had your own room at the Wayne Manor, Bruce didn't mind, you had been good for Jason. One night Jason had gone after the Joker, resulting in his death, and it broke Bruce, and you.

Any trace of him was gone from in your room. You had thought you were finally clean.

Dick had come a few days after Jason's funeral, and had stayed in the manor for about a week till Gotham started to go to shit, Bruce had left, leaving you with Dick, and shortly after the rest of the titans had arrived. Kory, Gar, and Conner had arrived at the manor. Shortly after Dawn and Hank had arrived.

A few weeks past, and it had been predicted that Jason was alive again, no one told you until they were sure, and then Dick confirmed it with you after Jason had caused Hank's death.

After you had found out you sobbed, and sobbed in Dick's arms wanting it to be some sort of sick joke that was being pulled on you. It wasn't. Dick didn't know how to console you, he tried getting Gar and even Conner to try considering they were close to your age.

Any trace of him was gone from in your room. You had thought you were finally clean. Until you wasn't and you broke all over again.

After the revelation, you had pretty much shut yourself away, you barely ate, or left your room, and after a week of moping you finally left your room, quietly sitting yourself on the couch, tucked in the corner of it, mindlessly listening to Gar and Kory play chess, and Conner and Dick talking in the far corner of the room, trying to figure out Jason's and Crane's next move was.