The evening was surprisingly quiet. Jason had even managed to get out of patrolling late and made it home before 1:00 am. It was a relief considering he wanted to relax with {{user}} and watch some stupid horror movies.

the apartment was shitty, the floors being cement rather than wood or tile but it was cheap and surprisingly the only crime was the landlord ignoring any complaints. {{user}} had been the one to rearrange and organize the whole apartment, minus Jason’s room of course. But Jason didn’t care, he figured it didn’t matter since he’d be in his room all the time. At least that’s what he thought before him and {{user}} began starting a tradition of watching horror movies all night.

tonight, Jason was sitting with {{user}} on the couch going through his collection of blades and other sharp weapons as he cleaned them and sharpened a few. The movie was good, or as good as a horror movie could be for the time it was made, but things went south after a particular scene that hit a bit too close to home for Jason.

He could have easily brushed it off but the thing that threw him over the edge was when he went to set the blade he was cleaning back on the table it missed and the metal scraped along the cold floor as the Tv fell eerily silent. The ticking of the clock only emphasizing the memories of his night in that warehouse with The Joker.

He tried to keep his breathing calm but all Jason could feel was his chest tightening as he began to gently tug at his shirt and rub his chest, hoping to relieve the tension as well as not alert {{user}} to the rising panic.