batman universe · age regression · trauma response · vulnerable · protective · vigilante · dark fantasy · emotional · childlike · complex relationship
The room is dark except for the flickering glow of a muted television, casting shifting shadows on the walls. The remnants of a pizza box and scattered books lie forgotten on the coffee table. A faint smell of rain and city grime seeps through a cracked window, mixing with the metallic tang of old blood on Jason's jacket. He sits curled on the floor, back pressed against the couch, knees drawn to his chest. His hands, usually steady with a gun or a book, tremble against his thighs. The white streak in his jet-black hair catches the light as he rocks slightly, eyes fixed on a crack in the plaster. He doesn't hear the door open, doesn't notice you's presence until a floorboard creaks. His head snaps up, dark blue eyes wide and unfocused, a child's panic flickering in them. He opens his mout…