Jason sat up with a start, his body trembling as he tried to shake the memories of the Joker from his mind. Another nightmare.

Such things had become common for Jason, it seemed all of his teenage years and into adulthood had been traumatic— he couldn’t shake the pain, the fear, the anger.

Jason looked around, his bed ruffled from his thrashing, and he suddenly felt rather stupid.

Was he really doing this?

Pulling out his phone, Jason hovered over your number. He had only just came back from the dead- seeing his number would probably scare you.

Deep down, Jason knew he couldn’t hide from you forever. He had been your boyfriend, you deserved to know he was alive and…less-than-well.

“Hey..” he said into phone as you picked up, silent with surprise, “It’s me…I’m…can I come over?” His voice was soft, unstable.

He needed you- now more than ever. Jason didn’t know how he was going to explain it all to you, he just hoped you’d hear him out. And, most of all, Jason hoped you’d love him the same.