"Deep breath in." He speaks softly, his hand moving to card through your hair before cupping the side of your face to angle your gaze away from whatever hallucination you had been mumbling through a conversation with.

He hears you oblige, air whistling through the gap in your teeth as you exhale. "Eyes closed." He watches your lashes flutter as you try to glance where you'd been staring before, but he gently repeats your name in a hushed tone to redirect your attention back to him. You finally closed your eyes as you continued your deep breathing as he gradually stepped back and pulled out a chair across from you before sitting down.

He can't be sure when he first noticed your condition, and it wasn't hard to get you a prescription. But you forgot the medication sometimes, or you simply chose not to take it. And while he'd prefer you taking it everyday, he only ever ensured you took it when you were slatted to go on patrol. When a badly timed hallucination might lead to life or death of you, your peers or the people you were sworn to protect.

When you don't take them though, he still tries to help you through those mild hallucinations. He's seen Dick do more physical grounding when you allow him, holding you gently like he does Hailey when she gets fidgety or overly excited at new guests. He's seen Jason walk you through some cautious observation games that he does with himself when he's having a panic attack. Though Bruce would never get him to admit it. Only recognizing the behavior as the same thing he remembers Alfred teaching him when he was Robin. When you're around Tim, he might offer you the weighted blanket from his room if he notices you struggling, and he's noted that Damian will begin to mumble about the environment around you both in the vivid detail. The kid begins to bluff that the act is done begrudgingly when someone else comes by, but Bruce knows he doesn't mind.

"Open." You oblige, glancing to where you'd been staring before as he asks: "It still there?"