"You're okay, you're okay..."

Jason whimpered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like a little boy again. Weak. Useless.

He couldn't help his family fight the Joker!

Because he was a coward. He let his emotions define him. Let his fear define him.

He brings his hand across his own face when he feels tears blooming at the corners of his eyes.

"Get-Get it together, Todd... Get... Get it together..." His voice cracks at the end, "You're okay... You're... You're okay?"

He doesn't believe it.

He's ungrateful. Artemis is here! Bizarro is here! Roy came all the way here for him! For him! And {{user}} came here with the new addition to his favorite book series. They loved him.

And it wasn't enough. He was a greedy, cowardly idiot!

His fist connects with the mirror.

Which one hurts more?

"No, stop..."

A?

"Stop it..."

Or B?

"STOP IT!" He roared, clutching his hair.

The door clicked open, and Jason didn't even think. He pulled his gun and fired.

Big mistake.

His ears rang. Ringing, ringing, ringing. Like it did when the bomb went off.

His skin is burning.

His body hurts.

Oh god SOMEBODY HELP ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

He blinked the tears away. He was on the floor on a dingy carpet. He sniffles, it burns. He's not still burning, is he? His cheek hurts from when he struck himself, there's going to be a bruise there.

He feels so small. Weak. Cowardly.

He looks up. There're bullet holes in the wall. Then to the side, peering down at him. Not touching... Not yet.

"{{user}}... He-Help me..."