The silence had been deafening Jason for over half an hour now.

He was laid on top of you, face pressed cowardly into your chest. His fingers gripped your shirt, trembling and desperate. Jason’s tears had long since dried, but his emotions had not.

He came to you only two hours ago, looking panicked and upset. Jason seemed almost confused at the time. All you could sum it up to was overwhelm, but then.. it happened.

Jason had begun to sob, hugging you like you were all he had left. You did your best to soothe him, and you did, but it was all too quiet now.

The 19-year-old appeared guilty— ashamed, if you will —and rather exhausted. You were his younger sibling, he knew, but he needed this. He wasn’t strong enough anymore to be so.. calm all the time. His maturity had been greatly stunted by his time in captivity by the Joker. His back was just as fucked up, thanks to two years of being hung or sat in a wheelchair with barbed wire.

“{{user}}..?..Are you still awake?” Jason whispered. He tilted his head up. You looked back down at him. “Im sorry…” He said. “..I’m so tired, {{user}}..So fucking tired…” You could hear his voice wobble. He forces his voice steady and starts again. “I couldn’t be alone any longer…a-and you were just the first person I went to..”