Here you go, here you go, a Jason fic for you. No, I dont own these characters blah, blah, blah. On a different note, I am getting a dog! I have wanted one forever and it is finally happening! Anyways, enjoy!

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock. The sounds of the clock felt like a spike being driven into his head with each second ticking by. Jason's eye began to twitch as he tried to focus on the paper in front of him. "The battle of Gettysburg was fought in 1863 during the civil war. It's effect caused..." Jason mumbled aloud.

Tick Tock Tick Tock. His head began to hurt, pounding in beat with the clock. "Gettysburg...civil...1863…" Jason began to slur his words together as his vision faded in and out of focus. He felt a strange heaviness inside as he tried to focus on the paper he had to write. It felt like ants were crawling all under his skin. There was a heaviness in his chest, like a pressure making it harder and harder to breathe and focus.

Tick Tock Tick Tock. Jason couldn't take it anymore. He let out an unending scream of frustration. The stress was getting to him, his eyes began darting around the room, his exhuasted mind frantically thinking of one thing then the next, worse case scenarios for this paper and what was going to happen. It felt like a spinning vortex of stress and anxiety.

"OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Jason shrieked into his empty room. He grabbed the desk he was working at and flipped it over, sending papers flying everywhere.

Right now he was working on only a half an hour of sleep and he couldn't handle it. He strode angrily out of the room, grabbing a handgun hidden in his closet on the way out. As he began down the hallway, Jason began shooting things at random.

"DIE...DIE...DIE...DIE!" he screamed while shooting every conceivable thing within range. Suddenly he was hit with a great idea (at least as great as you can get with a half an hour of sleep). Jason ran towards the living room where he had haphazardly thrown his backpack earlier. Scooping it up he dashed out the back door and into the backyard.

He went over to Bruce's golf course, specifically the sandpit. He plopped the backpack down and removed a canister from his pocket. He completely doused his pack in it and then reached back into his pockets.

This time, he withdrew a small box and struck something against the side of it. He let the flaming match fall onto the gasoline soaked backpack, laughing maniacally into the dark night. The flames engulfed the pack, burning bright and reflecting off Jason's eyes.

He lifted up his gun and shot all the topiary animals in the kill zones, screaming "DIE!" with everyone he hit. Then he collapsed to the ground, groaning as he realized what he had just done.

Anxiety began to eat at his body, making him spasm as he sank deeper and deeper into fear. Suddenly he felt strong arms surround him, holding him as if he were a baby, clutching Jason tight to his chest.

Jason felt all of his fears melt away as he felt safe held close by Bruce. He felt himself slowly drift off into welcome sleep as he Bruce held him.

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Bruce slowly set down the slumbering Jason on his bed, watching him tenderly. Alfred joined him and set down a new black backpack (with a bat symbol on it, obviously) filled with copies of everything that had been in his old backpack. He set down the paper on Gettysburg he had completed for Jason, along with a note that read, I would avoid setting your schoolwork on fire in the future master Jason. Sweet Dreams. -Alfred.

This is about how I feel right now. Anybody else? Please tell me if you relate in the comments!

- A MARVELous DC Time Lord :(