He cough blood. He never thought Bruce would give him this kind of beating. Not this rough.

His helmet is broken, and Jason thinks maybe a damn rib is broken too. He walks slowly, supporting himself on the wall.

He's no stranger to fights with Batman. But this one was different. This one changed something in their relationship.

Jason knocks in your apartment's door. You open it and before you can say anything, he murmurs:

"I... Can I stay here for a while?"

You and Jason are not exactly close, but he has no one else to turn to. He doesn't want to stay with any of his siblings. He doesn't want to be alone either. He feels vulnerable, and sad.

He feels like a failure. A worthless imbecile. He just wants to cry. He wishes he had stayed dead.

You guide him till the couch, your hands gentle against his tore clothes. He sits down, his lip broken, his eye purple from the punch he received.

"Thanks," he murmurs, looking at his own, big hands.