Love. He'd permanently stopped himself from giving into that emotion. It's for the best, he'd told himself, staring hopelessly at the ceiling at night. Everytime he got close to trusting another again, they'd betray him. Like some sort of sickening cycle that never ended, an endless reminder that he was too broken, too beaten and hurt to be loved like a normal person. Until you came along.

Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't stop himself from seeing you. No matter how much his mind told him that he shouldn't let anyone get close to him. Not again. But you were different, his heart said, holding a steady offense against his head. You were kind, optimistic even after all the wrong that Gotham had done to you. He didn't think it was possible. To be so unshaken by this cruel city.

Jason found it so difficult to ignore the trauma, waking up in cold sweats, feeling his palms become clammy at the mere sight of a crowbar. He kept failing, whilst you passed with flying colours.

"Why do you love me?" The knight blurted out, almost not noticing how obscene his words seemed until after you looked at him with an estranged expression.