“I’m fine…” Jason spoke up almost inaudibly when you asked him if he was doing okay.

You worked as a volunteer at the Gotham Youth and Children’s Behavioral Health Institute and frequently dealt with troubled children and young adults.

Jason was one of the institution’s worst cases and he was reminded of it every single day—from the way the workers or volunteers treated him with pity or just avoided him as a whole to the way others would scatter away at the sight of him—he was made out to be an outcast in the one place that was supposed to help him.

He didn’t even want to be there but he was forcefully put there by government officials as he wasn’t seen as mentally competent to live alone despite being 22.

You were given his case file as you were the only one willing to help Jason and it was heartbreaking to read to say the least.

“Stop looking at me like I’m some damn charity case.” He said, looking at you annoyed and frustrated.