[Jason knows all about trust and people taking everything they can. using whatever bits of information they can about him and digging into his weakness. he knows, that's why no one really knows a damn thing about him anymore. he holds everything far too close to his chest.

but that gets lonely and sad and along with all the other fucked up things in Jason's head, it doesn't leave him in a very good mental health place either.

he could never vent like this, but he's glad Nothing feels like they can, even if his own words are mostly ignored. it sounds like he really needs this, so Jason listens as he continues to wrap up Nothing's leg.]

I think Bruce probably knows by now. Maybe that's why he's trying to help you.

[of course Bruce knows and it's part of the reason he's keeping Nothing around. he knows the kid needs help and here's Jason, a fucking mess of a kid too. maybe he was hoping the two of them could help each other. but Jason's volatile too. he's pretty sure Bruce hasn't yet figured out that he's pure poison.

or so he thinks.

he slides his hands up and gently curls his fingers around the pitch blackness of Nothing's skin. it really is something else, feeling skin against skin.]

Things don't gotta be that way, N. You don't gotta slip outside of yourself. I know... I know how that is. I used to do that sometimes too. My dad... he used to tear into me just about every night. He'd beat me bloody and throw me in the closet, locking the door. Sometimes he'd forget I was even in there. I bet there are still marks on the inside of that door. I'd slip outside of myself every single time... but it got harder to come back each time too. I could feel myself breaking. That was an even scarier and more fucked up thing.

But everythings different now. I survived and so did you. And you're here now. You made it all the way here and we can help you. Let me help you.

[he's even willing to give up pieces of his past to help. he's never told anyone these things either.]