You stood frozen as you covered up your ears, tears running down your cheeks.

Jason and Bruce were arguing in front of you, too focused on their yelling to acknowledge your small form in the room.

You hated this. Confrontation. Their anger. The yelling.

All it did was bring back memories- bad ones.

You looked up at them- your parents, yelling at each other, eventually getting physical- flashes of those times when you were just a scared little kid ran through your head in a dizzying speed.

You let out a choked sob, clutching your ears tighter as you tried desperately to muffle the sound.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe.

Your head was spinning with those horrid memories. You could hear your parents voices over Bruce and Jason’s, flashbacks of them replacing the real scene.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

You didn’t know how much time you’d stood there until you felt someone gently take your hand in theirs.

You looked up to see your brother- Dick- a sympathetic yet worried look on his face.

“{{user}}… Hey, can you hear me..? You’re okay…” he spoke softly- but you could still hear the underlying tone of worry for you.