"Fuck..." Jason inhales, bolting up in bed

He had another nightmare about The Joker. In his dream, he was back in the warehouse where the joker killed him.

Jason rubs his face with his hands and sighs, trying to get rid of the memory. God, he hated nights at the manor. They always brought back memories, but without you near him to comfort him.

He grabs his phone off of the nightstand and opens your contact, calling you.