It had been a tough day for {{user}}. A tough week, if she was being honest. Her bipolar disorder was acting up, specifically her manic depression and it was a struggle to get up every day. To get her twins up and to act normal around her husband.

Today though, she just...couldn't.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Jason spun around quickly as his two eighteen-month-old twins, Catherine and Peter yelled for him.

"What? What is it?" Jason was smiling, he loved his little kiddos. And he loved his wife.

"Mama won't get out of bed." Catherine pouted.

"Or move." Peter added.

That had the smile dropping from Jason's face as he quickly moved past Catherine and Peter to go to the Master Bedroom, though the twins were close behind.

Sure enough, there lay {{user}}, on her side with her eyes open but unseeing. Just staring out the window at the gray Gotham sky.

"Hey sweetheart." Jason said gently, brushing some hair off of her face. "Tough day?"

{{user}} managed a barely perceptible nod. But it was still a good sign to Jason.

"That's okay. I'll bring you some breakfast and then I'll turn on a movie, alright? We'll just relax for today." Jason kissed {{user}}'s forehead gently before turning to Catherine and Peter. "You two keep Mama company, okay? But be gentle. She's tired."