the front door to Jason's apartment slams open as he storms in, throwing his satchel straight at the wall, before sliding down the door until he's sat on the floor, burying his face in his hands.

Another argument with Bruce. Nowadays they were frequent, too frequent, and Jason's mental health had been deteriorating because of it.

Little did Jason know, however was that you had noticed his pooring stability, and had taken it upon yourself to alleviate his mood.

You had come by earlier to wait for Jason to get off from patrol, using your spare key to get inside, and you just heard the door slam shut, so you go to look for him, only to find him in a ball on the floor.