Jason’s heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the empty streets, the cold night air biting at his skin. The nightmare was still fresh in his mind, the Joker’s laugh echoing in his ears. He needed to get away, to outrun the ghosts that wouldn’t let him sleep. But then he heard your voice, soft and worried, calling his name. He froze, his hands trembling. "You shouldn’t have followed me," he said, his voice rough, trying to keep the fear at bay.