[It's shocking, hearing it in all the gory detail. Not because of Dick, but because of the vivid memories it brings back. The feeling of being bashed in the head, his body, over and over again. No one should have to remember their skull cracking open, but Jason does.
It makes him lose his breath for a moment, a flash of the Joker standing over him. He isn't Dick, though. Thank god he isn't Dick.
Still, his pulse is racing so fast that he's dizzy with it, and he has to grab the bench and close his eyes as Dick goes on. Jason's no stranger to panic attacks or PTSD. It's been happening for a long time now. He's gotten better at reeling it in, but this is a lot.]
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It makes him lose his breath for a moment, a flash of the Joker standing over him. He isn't Dick, though. Thank god he isn't Dick.
Still, his pulse is racing so fast that he's dizzy with it, and he has to grab the bench and close his eyes as Dick goes on. Jason's no stranger to panic attacks or PTSD. It's been happening for a long time now. He's gotten better at reeling it in, but this is a lot.]
Dick...
[He says panicked, grabbing Dick's hand, squeezing hard.]