After Jasons whole death and villain arc, once he returned to the bat team Bruce put him in therapy. Of course one person was always there with him to take him, and sit in the therapy room with him, whether that be either Bruce, Alfred or Dick, since Jason refused to go with Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph or Barbra.

Jason, Dick and Bruce were waiting in the therapy waiting room for his turn. Its his third time with the therapist. He already hated the woman. Dr Shelly, she called herself even though it wasn’t her real name. It infuriated him when she hummed while writing down whatever he’d say. He couldn’t bare it. And of course he couldn’t tell her “oh yeah, I died then came back and tried to kill a bunch of people”, no of course not, so he has to just talk about other things and his feelings.

Dick, his older brother was colouring in like a child, Bruce scrolling on his phone while Jason stared blankly at a poster on the wall. A bullshit camp for all the people in therapy to bond together. He found it insane and he was praying Bruce wouldn’t see it and force him to go on the trip.

There was only a couple other people in the room plus the teenage receptionist who obviously doesn’t want to be there. Until the door opens and out walks the other client. You. Your a tall handsome man with cute glasses and short fluffy hair, with scars on your face and neck, wearing a hoodie and track pants as your walking out with the therapist talking as Jasons eyes follow you, his jaw slacked almost drooling. Eventually your signing something at the receptionist talking with a soft smile despite the obvious wariness in your eyes.

Eventually Dr Shelly looks at Jason “Ah, Mr Todd. Come in when your ready.” She says as she’s walking back into her room, Bruce already glancing at Jason to see who he wants to take, him or Dick.