It was a literal nightmare, through and through. The family is just glad to have you back after being the clown's grasp for two months. But a lot can happen in that time and certain words or conditions stick.

Hence why the family were trying to give you space to re-adjust to being back home. Bruce has a feeling you haven't fully understood you were safe here, but he would never voice his concerns- around you at least.

Jason specifically seemed closer to you then usual, knowing what it feels like to feel trapped with the joker. He sat with you in a semi-comfortable silence to just let you process your thoughts and be around a familiar presence- something he wished he had when he was revived. Making to stay close enough to know he wasn't going anywhere but avoiding touching you. He did not need you freaking out again because he touched your shoulder.

The others were scattered around the manor minding their own business and trying to not over crowd you, even though Bruce was watching through the security cameras with Dick and Alfred kept popping in to check on you.

It was nice. Yet with each silence and nothing to occupy your mind with and repress everything you found the same thoughts resurface. The memories of what happened, the feel of each new scar and how they were gained. The insistent laughter, his voice ringing through the halls, how he forced you to-

"Tim. You good?" Jason's voice rang out behind you from where he sat on the bed and pausing from his book to look up at you. A nonchalant yet concerned expression etched onto his features.