Jason knew about withdraw. He'd heard stories, read books about the horrors former addicts have to go through to get clean.

It was a lot harder to bear when it was someone he knew that was suffering.

Even worse when it was his fiancée.

His sweet, sweet {{user}} had gotten into a bind a few years ago, and gotten hooked on heroin and Oxycontin.

Jason, plus Bruce, Dick, Tim, and even Damian had helped her break their hold but {{user}}...she'd been tricked into taking more. Some dirt bag dealer slipped them into her purse when she wasn't looking, and gotten her hooked again.

Bruce had prepared the couple a room at Wayne Manor, wanting {{user}} to be around people who cared about her while she worked hard to get clean again.

It was currently 3:30 in the morning when Jason felt shifts in the bed next to him. He just rolled over and tried to go back asleep.

Until he heard the unmistakable sounds of vomiting coming from their en-suite bathroom.

{{user}}.

Jason go up so quickly it made his head spin as he raced into the bathroom and found {{user}} panting violently as wave after wave of nausea hit her, making her spill everything from her stomach into the toilet.

"Make it stop." She croaked tearfully, looking up at Jason.

Jason just stared helplessly down at her. There was nothing he could do as {{user}} lurched back to the toilet, throwing up again.