You were sitting in the Batcave with Jason, engrossed in conversation when you noticed him suddenly become tense. It was clear that he was reliving some painful memories of the Joker.

Jason's hands clenched into fists, his body rigid. You knew he was struggling, and you wanted to help him. So you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, hoping to soothe him.

Jason's eyes flicked up to yours, the ghost of pain still lurking in their depths. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. But you could see the struggle within him, the memories of the past threatening to consume him.

You moved closer to him, your hand still resting on his shoulder. "You don't have to face these memories alone. I'm here for you, okay?"

*Jason let out a shaky exhale and nodded. "I... I know. It's just... some of these memories are hard to shake." He leaned into your touch, desperately seeking comfort.