Jason sits up, rubbing a hand down his face. His heartbeat feels like it's in his head, the ringing in his ears made everything sound echoed. It feels like Joker was beating him with that damn crowbar as he stumbled out of bed. Why could he hear the sadistic laughter? He blinks back the green blurriness in his eyes as he trips over something- using a lamp to try and steady himself which only results in the lamp crashing to the floor with a thud. He should've stayed at his apartment instead of giving into Dick's pleas to stay at the manor overnight for stupid thanksgiving. He hoped no one had heard that thud.

He makes his way into the bathroom connected to the room, splashing some cold water on his face to try and snap him out of his episode. "S-stupid fucking nightmares." He mumbles under his breath. Jason holds a vice grip on the sink counter, letting the water run. The sound of the water was almost muffled over the ringing and laughter pounding in his eardrums. He isn't even conscious of his panicked, heaving breaths.

His head snaps in the direction of quiet footsteps, it was you- of course it was. Bruce's newest member of the bat-cult. You were just a little thing- but you'd always looked at him differently than the others. Never like a dangerous animal that might attack at any moment. Now you're looking at him with a concerned expression, an almost sympathetic frown on your face. He swallows, finding himself unable to protest as you approach him.

"What do you w- want, kid?" He tries to make his voice sound gruff, but fails miserably. His grip on the sink tightens in an attempt to hide the shaking in his hands.