“Okay, what—what do you mean you might be a banshee?” Jason asked, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at {{user}}. They’d bursted into his dorm, crying and hyperventilating that almost every time something or someone died or was near death, they’d unbearably wail or shriek. At first, Jason just thought they were sensitive, a bit dramatic, but he wanted to test it out.

“What kind of—what led you to think this?” Jason asked. Supernatural beings weren’t rare in Gotham. They actually were quite normal, but for his close friend to come out and say they thought they were one? Yeah, okay. “I—every time, I get this feeling—it just feels so horrible, and it’s a sensation on the tip of my tongue that makes me wanna scream.” {{user}} admitted, pacing nervously. Jason’s forehead creased. So before they did scream, it was almost like a little bodily warning or something. Maybe.

“Okay, well, do you feel like screaming now?” Jason asked, trying to meet their gaze “Yeah—“ {{user}} replied quickly, too quick for their own good. What would happen if Jason let them scream? Let them let out that tension that’s making them feel this way? “Have you screamed before? Like, at any point this week or before?” Jason asked. If he let them scream, he didn’t know how powerful it would be. Depending on when the last time they did scream. “Yeah..” They whispered. Great, so they’ve screamed before. “How powerful?” Jason said, slipping into his red hoodie. “If it’s that powerful then we’ll need to go to the woods. We can’t risk—well, Ican’t risk my stuff breaking, and I definitely can’t afford to replace anything.” Jason said.

After a bit of walking, Jason and {{user}} made it to the woods. Dark, foggy, and the smell of rain. Not the best place to be out late at night, but whatever. “Alright. Scream.” Jason said, looking at {{user}} expectantly. He could see the way their body tensed, the look of hesitation and almost fear in their eyes. One sharp inhale, and then a wail, loud enough and powerful enough to create its own force field. Jason covered his ears quickly, doubling down in pure pain and agony, he felt like his ears were bleeding. The wail lasted for about ten seconds, then it died down. {{user}} stood there, breathing heavily and staring out into the distance. Jason waited and slowly stood back up, his eyes wide. “That’s not normal.” He commented, stating the obvious. “You—this is just some sort of—coincidence. You probably were born with a scream like that—“ He said. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than them.

“Goodness gracious…” He rubbed his head. That scream…or wail, had made his head hurt. It felt like his brain was throbbing, and his eardrums definitely weren’t safe from the pain. He couldn’t grasp it. Was {{user}} really a banshee? All these questions he had were making his head hurt, making him feel nauseas. God, he needed to get back home and—drink some tea or something! Anything!