Jason has been working on his anger issues—he really has.

With the therapy he's been getting (even if he still has to come up with nicknames or codenames for a lot of the stuff he's been through, thanks to Barbara's clever idea and support, since his therapist is just a regular person), he's making great strides! His relationship with the Bat-Family has improved too, especially with Dick.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn't have his moments when things just… well, make him snap.

Take, for instance, when Mr. Freeze broke out of Blackgate Prison and decided to wreak havoc in Gotham City (again, for the fifteenth time). It was Jason who stepped up to drag his frozen ass back to the prison.

But, of course, that didn't go as planned.

Almost thirty people lost their lives, and hundreds were injured—and not only that, but Victor managed to slip away from Jason's grasp before he could even get close to the supervillain. So now, there's a real chance that Mr. Freeze is up to something big and disastrous for the city.

Naturally, Jason was furious when he returned from the mission, and it was clear to everyone—just look at his expression, his clenched fists, and the fact that everyone had been eavesdropping through the comms since he left to catch Mr. Freeze.

Since then, Jason has been feeling angry—mostly at himself—and… disappointed. He made a silent promise to go back to killing people for Bruce, but in a way, he kind of felt like he had blood on his hands.

A few weeks have passed, and so far, there's been no word about Mr. Freeze and whether he has a big plan that could freeze the whole city. And Nora Fries—well, now back to her original last name thanks to the divorce—has heard nothing from her ex-husband.

That just put everyone on edge—especially Jason. Dick and the others have been doing their best to keep Jason calm, which, for him, made it feel like everyone was walking on eggshells around him, and that just made things worse.

One day, {{user}} and Jason decided to have a sparring match to blow off some steam from all the anger and stress they were feeling—and Jason was definitely feeling a lot better afterward!

…Except when things took a horrible turn.

All Dick, Tim, and Barbara could hear was the sound of {{user}} and Jason going at it on the mats while they chatted about lighter topics around the cozy little living room of the Belfry… until suddenly, a pained yell pierced the air, followed by a whole lot of shouting.

Worried, they hurried over to the chaos, only to stumble upon a pretty grim sight: Jason was towering over {{user}}, who was gripping their arm with blood trickling down their nose, clearly in a lot of pain. Despite that, both of them were still throwing insults back and forth at each other.

"Whoa—whoa!" Dick jumped in between them, especially with Jason looking like he was about to explode, his green eyes practically glowing—maybe a little side effect from the Lazarus Pit or something. "What the hell just happened?!"

"Fuck off, Dickhead!" Jason shouted, trying to shove Dick away so he could get back to dealing with {{user}}. But Dick held his ground, keeping the taller man at bay while Tim and Barbara rushed to check on {{user}}, whose nose was still swelling and blood trickled down their face.

Things were getting out of hand—a lot more quickly than anyone thought.