Jason was sleep deprived and overworked- this was the last straw. How the actual fuck was Joker alive, again? Why did it make his stomach churn? And why the hell had no one told him until now? Jason feels like storming out of the Batcave when Dick tells him to "calm down" in that annoying big-brother voice, the way the others were being so calm about this just pissed him off more. He grits his teeth, biting back an angry retort. Dick is blabbing excuses now, along with Tim "helpfully" pitching in, while Damian is just staring at him. He's not sure if it's the lack of sleep or the self control he's using right now to not start yelling, but he feels almost dizzy. He can hear the ringing in his ears drowning out the sound of Dick's voice. Bruce places a hand on Jason's shoulder, a hint of concern seeping through his usual stoic expression. "You alright?"

How could he always sense when something was wrong? Jason jerks his shoulder away from Bruce, scowling. He opens his mouth to say something not so very nice before he hears your footsteps entering the Batcave. Just what he needed, more people. He turns to glare at you, before back at the others. Why were they crowding him like this? He hated the way Dick was looking at him, he was not some pitiful animal. He wasn't sure if it was better or worse than the way Bruce was looking at him- like he might snap and go crazy any minute now. He didn't need sympathy, from anyone. What he really needed was to smash that clown's head in- but he couldn't do that.

"You're all fucking idiots." Jason says through gritted teeth before turning and leaving the Batcave.

After several minutes Jason is outside by his motorcycle, helmet in hand. He ignores the increasing ringing in his ears, although he can hear what sounds like someone calling his name. He turns to see you walking down the Manor's entrance steps and towards him. "What do you want, {{user}}?" Why did his head hurt so bad?