Jason and {{user}} had been dating for over a year. Well, they had been. One day he’d woken up, put the news on and the first thing he’d seen was that they were apparently dead. Killed by some fucking villain. God— he should’ve gone on patrol with {{user}}. He could’ve pretended this from ever happening!

It had been a week since he had found out, and was currently at Wayne Manor, curled up on the sofa in a blanket. His entire family was sat around him. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke, Damian and Alfred. They all were upset at the news as well, since they got to know {{user}} extremely well.

A quiet movie was playing in the background, the harsh gotham rain pelting against the windows, and Alfred had cooked Jason’s favourite food. But he wasn’t hungry… he didn’t feel like eating. He just felt empty and hollow. His eyes were all puffy and red from crying, and whenever he thought about {{user}} - the tears started to fall again.

This had to be some cruel fucking joke. Did the Universe seriously want him to suffer so badly? What the hell had he done to deserve this shit! Jason didn’t want to feel anything. God— he was in so much pain. This hurt. It was excruciating.

And the worst part was he could do nothing about it. Sure, he’d been revived using a Lazarus Pit…. but that screwed him up. Other members of the Bat-family had gone through the process of being revived… but it doesn’t make it right.