DC imagines (mostly bat boys)

ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ//ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ

ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

warnings: angst, some swearing, mention of self-harm, child abuse❗️⚠️❗️
notes: requested by @Polli2123

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A scream woke me. It must be the third time this week. Jason. He hasn't been sleeping well, sometimes not even sleeping at all. Ever since he came back he's been deep in trauma, never forgetting what was done to him. I couldn't blame him. I couldn't help him.

"Jason?" I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder "Jay? Jay, wake up"

He opened his eyes, looking disoriented for a second, his gaze darting around our shared dark room.

"Jason, it's okay, I'm here." I help him so he's sitting up, his eyes shine with tears and remainders of terror. "It was just a bad dream, that's all"

He looks away from me, then back. His breath is coming short, his chest rising and falling quickly. "He's- he's still here. He never left" he cries, his eyes shutting as he buries his head in his palm, the other hand supporting him up off the bed. "He kills me all over again, and I can feel it. Feel everything."

His words pierced my heart like a knife, sinking into my head. How can I help someone who's so broken? So disturbed? I tried to comfort him, to help him, to offer him anything, but I couldn't stop his fear, his memories. I couldn't do anything to heal him. Not that I knew of.

"I just want it to stop, Y/N. To leave me alone." He shook with every word, cold sweat dripping down his bare back. "Why can't it just go away? I don't want to feel this pain, I would much rather not fucking feel anything! All I feel is pain and loss, and I just want it to go away"

"Jason, look at me" I say, my hand cupping his jaw to turn his head towards me. "I know there's nothing I can do or say to make it go away, to cease. But I can help you. In some ways. Any way that I can. I need you to be strong for me, Jason, even if it feels like too much at times. Because you're a fighter, and you can get through this" It felt right to talk to him. To tell him it would be okay in the end. I ran my fingers through the surface of his chest as he looked at me with kind eyes, the scars twisting and protruding from his skin.

"I won't pretend to know what you went through, but I have my own trauma." I bare the soft skin on my wrist to him, he takes it in his hand. "I used to do it all the time. Cut. It was an escape from all the shit I had to go through. I was beaten Jason, and abused. As a child. I hurt myself to feel pain, because I couldn't bear to fear anger. I know it doesn't in any way compare to what happened to you, but I can help you." I kiss him momentarily "Just like you helped me when we first met. That day you found me cutting behind the school."

"I guess that's why we stuck together, huh?" He says softly "we're both fucked up"

"Maybe. But we can fix each other, and fix ourselves in the mean time. Make it a time of healing. From everything"

"From everything" he says as we lay back down, his eyes boring into mine. I wonder how long it'll take to heal. What it'll cost. But I'm willing to pay the price, however high. I'll pay the price of freedom for the both of us.

oof, i am so sorry this took so long. i'm currently on "vacation", but it turned out to be really stressful for me, and I've just had to deal with a lot of shit. anyway, hope you liked it. most importantly, if anyone is feeling down, or hurt in any way, self-harm is not the answer. it might provide temporary relief, but it won't solve anything. if you're dealing with anything, please feel free to talk to me. i know what dealing with something horrible is like, but i also know how to pick myself up from it, especially with my mental health. stay safe, you guys, and focus on your mental health. love you, have a great day/night.

~lani