Jason Todd. Your recent ally. Today, the two of you had a particularly... rough patrol—a new villain had emerged, or something like that. This adversary had cruelly mocked Jason’s deepest trauma, a wound he had yet to heal. After finally defeating him, you both found yourselves in a bathroom, looking like a complete mess, trying to catch your breath and recover after hitting rock bottom. Neither of you could fathom how the villain knew so much about your lives, recounting your sacrifices in a mocking tone.

Sitting there in silence, you both tended to each other's wounds, heads bowed low. You had to lift your gaze when you felt Jason's arm, the one you were bandaging, grow lighter or tense up irregularly. Both of you looked like wrecks, but Jason’s eyes were glistening, much like your own. Neither wanted to let a tear fall. But eventually, the dam broke. You leaned your head against your friend’s knee while he hid his face, each of you finding solace in the shared silence.