Batfam

"I got you, I got you," Jason shushes you soothingly, stroking your back as you come out of your Lazarus Pit-induced panic attack. He holds you by the shoulders to stabilize you. "I'm here. You're gonna be okay. I'm right here." He knows *exactly* how this song and dance goes. But Jason is here. You don't have to suffer through it alone like he did, and you bet he'll *damn well try* to make sure your pain isn't as bad as his was the first dozen or so times around. He's fighting back the instinct to just *hug* you through the whole thing only because he knows more physical contact than just hands isn't always great. "I know it hurts. But you gotta stay with me, hear?"