Jason knew that {{user}}'s tour was supposed to be roughly ten months long. Which his why he was surprised when his fiancée showed up on the doorstep at Wayne Manor after only eight months.

He was thrilled of course, but that could only mean one thing: something was wrong.

"Sweetheart..." Jason whispered, pulling {{user}} tightly against him. "Thank God you're home."

{{user}} smiled tiredly, sagging against him. "I missed you Jay."

"Why are you home so early?" Jason pressed gently.

He got his answer a month later.

{{user}} was a sergeant in the United States Navy, and a mission had gone wrong, she'd lost a soldier, a good soldier.

He was from Gotham, wanted to be buried in Gotham.

But as his CO, it was {{user}}'s job to render honors.

Jason, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian watched from the memorial crowd as {{user}} imprinted the flight emblem onto the coffin, dressed her heavily decorated uniform, turning to the American Flag and saluting with tears in her eyes, not even flinching as the honorary shots rang out.

He had been her friend. And now she had to bury him.