Jason was pretty damned comfortable at being picked up by the throat and pinned against the wall. Oh, he didn't like it, his hand came up and wrapped around Clark's wrist while Clark had him there in automatic reaction but he didn't panic. He felt, instead, some kind of sick satisfaction.

Then Clark let him down and was back across the room curled up like a kicked dog and what the hell was he supposed to do with that? Except feel guilty in spite of himself.

And then be mad about feeling guilty.

Fortunately he was spared from anything happening by Bruce coming back. Just in time to ask, "What the hell happened?"

To which Jason's response was a typical "Nothing" and slamming out of the room. Bruce stared after him, even as the door was swinging way too hard toward the slam. He put the food down and went to Clark, instead.