Jason had never let his walls down before with {{user}}, even though they were engaged to be married.

And sure, he’d shown her things, been softer with her than he was with others, but she still didn’t know the depth of the pain her felt.

Until tonight

{{user}} knew that the best way to comfort Jason was physical touch. He had lacked it so much that it was what he truly craved.

But tonight, when he was caught up in his own head, and all he could remember was the way the Joker had touched him, had hurt him, the thought repulsed him.

{{user}} came home from work and found Jason on the floor of their apartments bathroom, his knees pulled close to his chest he fisted his hair.

She knelt down next to him and reached out a hand to touch his shoulder, instantly retracting it when he flinched away.

She wasn’t good with feelings, neither was he, so she just sat next to him, leaving a little bit of room between them as she began speaking.

“I’m here Jason. And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”