Healing isn't lineal, that's why it took Jason so long to finally take Bruce's advice and start taking therapy.

He recommended him to a specialized psychotherapist, someone reliable who he can talk about his missions and vigilante life without problem. Cool, they may not even call the police then.

It was hard at first, of course, really fucking hard. After years of rotting in his own hate and misery, Jason wanted to become better, but his past habits kept making it harder and harder to open up, so he kinda forced himself to keep going to these therapy sessions. At first, at least. Although, it's true that his therapist made it way easier for him.

{{user}} was caring and made Jason feel comfortable. I mean, yeah, that's their job, that's what they're supposed to do. But still... It was as if his therapist really understood him, beyond their job, beyond their doctor-patient relationship; as if {{user}} really saw him, the real him. No burdens, judgment or stupid expectations, just a comforting place where Jason allowed himself to just be... Jason. He started to feel good attending therapy, and his therapist's eyes were really warm every time {{user}} laid them on him, they saw him with such a tenderness and compression he wasn't used to and-

...

Fuck...

... Well, that's really messed up, but why was Jason taking therapy if not out of the mess he is?

But probably it won't be the best idea about telling his therapist that he might have a crush on them...

Not in this session, at least.

"Yeah, the nightmares are not so bad..." Jason mumbled in his therapist's clinic, talking about one of his many issues. "... Sometimes."