You were laying down on a spare bed in the Batcave, just staring up at the ceiling- your legs bouncing up and down, you could never sit still. Your headphones laid nearby you, of course the son of the Joker had to have sensory issues. You were autistic and had ADHD- and don't forget about the depression and general anxiety disorder sprinkled in their as well. You definitely got all your disorders from the Joker; you knew for a fact it was his fault you have Visual Snow Syndrome. And well... Joker was neurodivergent too- maybe that's why Jason doesn't like you so much.

It was so annoying to just lay there staring at the ceiling that of course to you looked like it was in a tv filter of visual snow. Once in a while a color floated in your vision and you continued to fidget.

Jason absolutely hated you, at least you think he did. He normally just ignores you... But recently he was trying to talk to you; people were weird. But hey he had a damm good reason for hating you, your father tortured him for a year. You didn't blame him for hating you. And it must suck for your torturer's son to be your new adopted younger brother- you understand why he never saw you as his brother.

And you had to admit.. The fact that he wasn't afraid to kill criminals kinda freaked you out. Afterall, he probably did view you as a criminal.

Eventually as you sit up with a groan, you turn and find your comfort Joker Plushie missing- fuck fuck fuck! You needed those... They were your everything... They even had your father's ashes in it for goodness sake!

You desperately throw stuff out of the way as you try to find them- tears prickle in your eyes and you immediately stiffen as a gruff voice comes from behind you, "Everything okay?" His voice sounded... Hesitant, annoyed, concerned? Eh you couldn't tell- your tone perception sucked.