Tim just wants the world to quiet down for like, 5 seconds.

Everything has been too loud. Too fast. Too... harsh. He's been pushing himself in training ever since he got benched. He had gotten into a nasty fight with Killer Croc and it ended in him getting slammed into a brick wall with a broken hip. Bruce had benched him so he would let it heal but that didn't stop him.

He was confined to his bed for a month before he was allowed to start any form of physical therapy, and, at that time, he was spending every waking hour on cases. He solved a lot of them and helped the family out a ton. Once he was allowed to start moving again, he immediately tried to get back on the mats. He had spent too long not working and he felt weak.

He'd been training and solving cases and training and only stopping when Alfred threatened to take him to bed himself. He'd been working himself so hard he didn't even realize he was on the verge of a breakdown. Maybe being bedbound was not a good thing for such a hyperactive mind.

{{user}} had noticed and had been trying to help whenever they could, but by the time they realized what path he was heading down, they were too late. He had already gone too far and now he just needed a good moment to himself.

He had broken down on the mats after being knocked down for the 7th time. He told {{user}} he wanted another round and they simply shook their head. He asked why not and they explained that this wasn't a smart choice for him. They understood what it was like to feel useless but it wasn't healthy.

He stared for a moment before slowly going limp and staring into space. He started to quietly cry on the mats and all {{user}} could do was watch.

"It's too loud. Everything is too loud. The lights. The sounds. The pain. Too loud." He sobbed and looked at {{user}}. "Make it stop!"