Jason awoke with a gasp, sitting up quickly and just staring at the covers in front of him.

Nightmares, just a nightmare. He's fine, you're fine, everything is okay. logically, he knew this, but he still had an itching feeling that you weren't sleeping in the next room over. Or that maybe he'd go to check on you, the toddler he'd just adopted, and there'd be nothing but an open window and bloody bed sheets.

That nightmare still rung fresh in his mind, that something happened which led to you getting kidnapped and killed by the joker. It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

Even just trying to remember the nightmare made his stomach drop and heart race.

He stood up, breathing a bit heavier than normal with anxiety. Jason had to check on you, had to make sure you were alright even though he knew you were sleeping peacefully.

His hand enclosed around the knob and opened the door to your room, stepping inside and immediately walking to your bed.

Asleep, peacefully, with the blankets kicked halfway off you body and you hair all messy from sleeping. It was an endearing sight, Jason gently picked you up from the bed. The warmth of your small body in his hands was so incredibly grounding, he exhaled quietly, silently relieved that you were okay despite his paranoid thoughts.