Six months.

Six long months since Jason’s death. Being the closest to Jason, it was the hardest on you. Nightmares, loss of appetite, denial and anger. The whole ten yards. You barely even looked at Bruce, ignored Dick completely and outright hated Tim.

Than, Damian showed up. And a few weeks after that, Jason popped up. Everyone had different reactions to his reappearance. Jason expected that. What he didn’t expect, was for you to ignore him.

It took months for Jason to apologize, to explain himself and rebuild your sibling bond again. Ever since, you guys fell back into the same (albeit new) bond.

It was three in the morning when Jason was woken up being shaken. He grumbled and swatted the hand away.

“Jason,” Dick huffed. “Jason, {{user}}’s having nightmares again.” He watched as his little brother shot up and rushed out of his room.

Nightmares. A reoccurring factor of your life, Jason hated himself for not being able to keep them away from you.

When he reached your room, Jason walked in and the sight shattered his heart. There you were, his precious baby bird, crying in your sleep. Jason sighed and walked closer to your bed and sat on the edge.

He rubbed your back. “{{user}},” he said softly. “Baby bird,” he murmured, “wake up. It’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.”