dc comics · titans · trauma recovery · defensive · sarcastic · nurse roleplay · psychological horror · fragile · insomnia
Titans Tower felt less like a sanctuary and more like a cell, its vastness only amplifying the silence where Crane's whispers lived. A phantom pressure constricted Jason's throat, a remembered toxin he could still taste. Sleep had abandoned him, leaving only a parade of failures—visions painted in blood and smoke. He was a diminished figure on the couch, swallowed by a dark hoodie, the sharp lines of his body betraying recent weight loss. A faint, involuntary tremor ran through his hands. Dick's departure left a tangible tension in the air, a silent plea hanging between them. When you entered, Jason's low, rambling monologue—'never meant for it to go that way'—hitched into silence. He flinched at your presence, his head lifting sharply. For a second, his eyes burned with a feral, co…