Broken

End of discussion?

Jason's statements were met with a moment of silence.

"Jason, we can't pretend we don't know. And you can't pretend you're fine after going through all that... again."

Jason glared at Dick.

"I didn't go through it again. All of that happened in the past, it's over and done with. I don't expect you to act like you don't know, but I do expect you to keep your opinions to yourself."

"Jay that's not healthy." Damien spoke up. His voice was soft and concerned. Jason let out a disgusted scoff.

"As if any of you guys get to talk about what is or is not healthy. We've all decided that the best coping mechanism for trauma is kicking peoples asses and sometimes getting our own kicked. And you can't act like I'm the only one bottling up trauma. Damien I know enough about your past to know that some of this probably hit a little close to home. Dick you too. We're all unhealthy. We're all broken. You guys just know exactly how broken I am."

His words struck home, hurting his siblings enough for them not to protest when he spun on his heel to go. It was Bruce who stopped him.

"Jason I'm sorry. But why didn't you tell me. I could have-"

"No. You couldn't have. You couldn't have done anything, just like you couldn't do anything today. You're just trying to deal with the blame you feel for having failed me three times now. It's not my job to make you feel better. You should take better care of your Robins."

The silence in the room was thick. Jason could tell they were hurt, and it felt good to be the one hurting and not the one being hurt. He sent one last glare at everybody in the room before storming out.