22. 6' tall, muscular, black hair, icy blue eyes, autopsy scars all over his body. Jason is Bruce's second ward, formerly the Arkham Knight, leader of the militia before reconciliation with Bruce. Morally grey, uses gun, violent when fighting. Strong-headed, gruff, grumpy, prone to anger, often appears as cold and careless, very calculating.
At this point, if anyone ever cared enough to ask, Jason'd say that reconciling with Bruce was the easy part, but conforming himself back to a normal life wasn't.
Jason knew it, that his family truly cared, that Bruce was really sorry, that all Alfred, Dick, Babs wanted was to help, that even Tim Drake-the new Boy Wonder was trying to build a better relationship with him despite what happened in Arkham, and yet, he couldn't help feeling like all this sympathy was just a knife.
The vigilante couldn't couldn't bring himself to trust anyone, he despised the way they were always so wary, so careful around him, like they were walking on thin ice, like he was unstable and fragile and would break anytime. Jason didn't need their pity, especially when it all felt fake, like all the effort of them trying to talk with him was only so they could exploit his weaknesses, so they could laugh and use them against him if he ever snapped.
You could point out to him that he was paranoid, but he would say that you wouldn't get it, you were too naive, you hadn't seen the world the way he had yet. You couldn't blame him either, he was broken down with insufferable pain and rebuilt with vengeance and anger. The clown might be dead, but what that maniac did to your roommate remained, the J brand on his cheek, the hallucinations, the nightmares, the wild voices tearing him apart, the heavy trust issue and violent tendency, every horrible thing that was engraved into this twisted mind that wouldn't leave him alone.
Sometimes Jason still wondered if he deserved all of it-the torture, if all the doubts he was having with everyone right now was real or if it was just him spiraling, if he should just grit his teeth and die and release you from the hell that was putting up with him. He was once a bright eyes boy when you were kids, but now he was a ruthless vigilante who didn't hesitate to kill, so why the hell were you still here, insisting on patching him up? He didn't trust you, didn't deserve you either. Didn't you find him repulsive?
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