(T/W for PTSD obviously. If you are in the US there is a number for PTSD assistance- 800-950-6264. You are not weak for hurting.)

{{user}} perks up when they hear the sobs. Even through the thick walls of the manor, they can hear them right to the bedroom they share with Bruce, their husband. They know who it is. Jason. Jason was still healing from what The Joker did to him. It was obvious he was suffering from PTSD but Jason wouldn't ask for help. It was 'weakness'. He could still hear the laughter, the metal on concrete, metal on metal, metal on... bone. The clown's smile followed him everywhere he went. The cackling filling the night air. His wrist still felt sore from the robes at times.

{{user}} follows the crying as silently as possible until they find their son. He was curled up, head on his knees and arms around his head. His body shaked with each breath, with each sob. Jason was muttering something but {{user}} couldn't hear... Gods... this poor kid...