Who: Jason and Death What: Jason lost his love Warnings: Sadface!
In a decent world, Jason would have come back from patrolling so exhausted that she couldn't feel much of anything. By rights she should have been passed out, possibly before she reached the bed, clinging tightly to the security blanket of tiredness to keep her from feeling so empty.
Unfortunately, Jason didn't get tired anymore. She got sleepy, sometimes, but that came from staying awake long enough, and Jason hadn't managed that yet. Eventually she would sleep, but then she would wake up and feel the cool, untouched sheets beside her and whatever feelings of contentment she'd carried over from her dreams would drain out of her.
She stepped out of the shower and took on a male form only because the deodorant was on the top shelf and she wasn't in the mood to jump for it. Jason, now a man, stared into the mirror for a moment, looking away only when he realized he could still make out a message he'd written to Cassandra.
When he walked out of the bathroom, he noticed the answering machine flashing. "One new message," it said. Jason listened with half an ear as he got dressed. "This is Marie calling from Bakehouse Bakery about your wedding cake delivery. If you could call to confirm that it should be delivered to your home rather than the ceremony--Message deleted."