The mental hospital room is quiet, save for the loud yelling down the hall of other patients and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. You’re propped up in bed, staring out the window at the gray sky, when the door creaks open. You don’t need to turn to know it’s him.

“Hey,” Jason says, his voice softer than usual. You've started to look worse or better- the nurses won't tell him, and you can tell he noticed too. He’s holding a bouquet of wildflowers, the kind you love, but his hands are clenched so tightly around the stems that you’re surprised they haven’t snapped.

“Hey,” you reply, forcing a smile. “You brought me weeds again?”

He chuckles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thought you’d appreciate something handpicked.”

Why were you here-? Not the best childhood- which left a mark...and something caused an episode apparently that was enough to say You need help- you disagreed but what could you do? Bruce, Jason, Tim, Dick, and surprisingly Damian visited you...You'll take what you can get...

(Credits to the original version)