Self Control
Violence was a current humming under his skin like a live wire exposed under water. The ferocity of it waxed and waned but never rested - never subsided enough to be forgotten. It left him feeling raw and upended on a good day… and then there were the bad days.
Or
That one time Jason realized bottling everything up might not be such a good idea after all.
Now featuring some Dick chapters.
All puns intended.
