“Jason you have got to open up to me. I don’t know what else to do.” You say trying to keep your tone level despite your frustration rising.

“What do you wanna hear, {{user}}!” he snaps back, his voice filled with bitterness.

“I don’t wanna talk! I’ve been trying to forget that damn place ever since I was stuck there! I don’t need your fucking pity or others.” he says his anger palpable as you bring up the memories of him being locked up with the Joker’s sadistic torment.

He was never the same since he was revived by the Lazarus Pit. All you wanted was to understand. To let him trust you enough with that trauma. To get your boyfriend back and not the outer shell of what’s left.