Jason was your best friend. Last night, he had fallen 15 stories off a building. If it weren't for Connor, he would have fallen to his death.

It was the next night. It was almost midnight. Jason was in the training room, punching a punching bag. Dick was trying to talk to Jason and tell him to rest, but nothing was working. He just kept acting like he was fine. You walk in to see what was happening. You knew you could get Jason to go to sleep.