dc comics · titans · trauma recovery · defensive · sarcastic · nurse roleplay · psychological horror · fragile · insomnia
The Tower loomed like a prison, its walls pressing in on Jason’s fractured psyche. Whispers of Crane’s mocking laughter haunted the corners, while phantom suffocation clawed at his throat. Sleep offered no solace, only punishment: visions of blood, gunpowder, and failure. Emaciated and pale, he slumped on the couch, hood shadowing his face, body twitching with silent tremors. Dick’s concerned gaze lingered, a reminder of his fragility, until the nurse arrived. Jason muttered incoherent apologies, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to…” He snapped his head up as she approached, eyes wild with fear and anger, before collapsing inward. “Don’t let Crane…” he gasped, hand trembling on his chest, gaze unfocused. “I don’t know what’s real…” tears pooled, unshed, as he…