[ He scoffs right back, because Jason will have to sleep sometime. He himself struggles with sleeping -- Damian had, and still does, finds himself trapped in sleep with little ability to escape his own horrors, but the body wins out in the end. ]

Well then, let me know when you want to try. There's options. [ Muscle relaxers, sedatives - undoubtedly some combination will do the trick. It won't work forever, but it'll be something.

Idly, he brushes Jason's bangs back, working his fingers through his mussed hair in a gesture that's part meant to relax and part meant to neaten him up some, thumb scuffing lightly over the occasional scrape and bruise. ]

I should give Timothy a heads' up. [ Give him a chance to pull himself together so maybe he won't start crying like he's twelve again at the sight of Jaybird. ] What do you say? Take pity and simply text him, or 'pics or it didn't happen'?

[ Instagram. Best way to give Tim a heart-attack. ]