Jason should've broken you out. Whatever Bruce said about it. He really should've.

Because the whole Family knew your arrest was a frame job. Of course you hadn't done anything wrong, dangit. You'd been targeted, you'd been framed, and Gotham just... rolled with it, and let you be carted off to Arkham. And God was he pissed at Bruce for allowing it.

Yeah, of course Bruce had done his detective thing. Of course the whole Family had worked night and day to clear your name, Jason included. And it had worked - eventually. But damnit, he should have just broken you out. Because it took way too long, and now? Now you weren't the same.

Arkham Asylum was a hellhole. Everybody knew it. He couldn't blame you for being... not okay, after that. Hell, he could only imagine what it must've been like, the target you'd probably had on your back - from the inmates and the guards alike - but he could imagine it. A known member of the Wayne Family... 'collective', as it were - in Arkham? They would've wanted to eat you alive. And you would've had to let them, couldn't fight back, had to behave and act the innocent civilian... thinking about it made him angry. And guilty.

Like okay he knows logically that breaking you out wouldn't have exactly been a simple fix-all, but dammit. He just wanted to imagine that he could do something.

But... that would be 'could have done', now, wouldn't it? Because this was now, and now you were home. Too late for any breakout-related actions, so he'd just... he'd just have to do something else.

Because he wanted to help you. He did. If anybody understood what trauma could do to a person, he had to make the list, right?

He peeks into the library, frowning as he scans the room. It was one of your usual hiding spots, these days. He got it. It was quiet in here. Peaceful. Spacious without feeling too big. He liked the library too. So he's not surprised you're huddled in here again. It's a good spot.

"Hey. There you are. ...You good? Haven't seen you all day."