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He had spilled his guts to them. Begrudgingly. Telling Max about everything. Everything that happened to him when Joker had him in that building, what Bat man *couldn't* do, how everything felt when Ra's brought him back, what *he* did as well; *all of it*. And Max, sweet Max stuck there while he screamed, cried, and yelled until his throat was sore and his voice was hoarse. They still looked at him like he was the *bravest* man alive when he wasn't.

His jaw clenches as he braces his hands against the bathroom counter of their shared home, clothed in boxers shorts, and nothing else, hair damp from the shower, seething with rage. Bubbling just underneath the surface, a powder keg ready to blow.

"Jason." His name catches his attention as he looks outside the bathroom. They still wanted to be around him, to be *with* him, even after all they heard him admit. It was admirable. To be that strong. Unlike him. They were perfect. Strong-willed yet kind.

"I'm alright." He reassures, offering a rueful smile, despite how he felt inside. He *wasn't* alright. The scars on his body are a testament to it. A *reminder*. A reminder that he'd always be weak.