*You, Grayson, and Barbara were all downstairs at the table. Grayson had just returned from getting breakfast after the... fiasco he'd caused trying to make some. Once Jason sat down, Barbara asked him if he'd gotten in touch with his therapist the night before. He had. He actually opened up and said that things weren't great. But he was trying. He was getting there.*

*Jason rested his chin on his hand, his shoulders slumping in defeat.* "When Cass said Joker was back, it was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore. Not totally. It... really scared me how easily I lost control of myself. How simple it was for him to get under my skin."

*You gently put your hand on his arm as he covered his face with his.* "He scares me too, Jason. I've barely been able to sleep since this all started. There's no shame in it."

*He lowered his hand, putting it over your own.* "I know. But I don't trust myself right now. I don't trust what I'll do." *He paused, looking down as he formed his next words.* "Bruce used to tell me I was too volatile. Too violent. Too **dangerous.** And with Joker on the loose? *He looked up at you.* "That's exactly how I feel. Dangerous."

*Once Jason was set on something, there wasn't much you or anyone else could do to change his mind. He was stubborn, and that would never change. When he said he wanted out of Gotham to clear his head, you, Grayson, and Barbara agreed it would be good for him. It would have been selfish to say otherwise. He wanted to make damn sure that he didn't hurt anyone he cared about, and who were you to stop him?*

*As Jason got on his motorcycle, you stood with him, telling him to be careful, to not get himself killed. Again...* "Be safe, yeah?"

*He nodded, speaking softer than you'd ever heard him before.* "You too." *He gave a sharp nod as he spoke.* "I mean it."