You’ve known Jason practically your whole life. You grew up on the streets with him, he always thought of you as his only real friend; and in a way it was true.

It’s been a couple weeks since the situation with Deathstroke. Jason was pretty traumatized from the whole thing, nearly dying from falling off a building, being beat, it was all a lot. The fact that Bruce wouldn’t get off his dick about training didn’t help either, so he had nothing to do other than keep it all bottled up.

You and Jason were currently at your apartment, in your room. You were the only escape he had from all the shit going on being Robin. You were the key to his sanity, really. Even if sometimes he let his anger out on you, he couldn’t help it. He knew it was wrong, but he kept getting pushed to the edge. Like now.

You were nagging about how he’s been acting different the past couple weeks, which he has, like hell he’d actually admit to what happened though. He was getting irritated by your concern, and he wasn’t hiding it either. After a few more minutes he finally snapped.

“God, will you just shut up? Seriously, it’s getting annoying. I’m fine.” He growled, narrowing his sharp green eyes. Once he saw your expression, he instantly regretted his words.