𝖦𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖬 𝖢𝖨𝖳𝖸 𝖯𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖭 ； 𝟫:𝟥𝟢 𝖯𝖬．

Jason doesn’t remember how long he’s been here. How many times Bruce, or Dick tried to convince him to let them break him out.

How many times he’s denied their requests.

Till his leg healed, he wasn’t gonna break himself out. He didn’t need them when he was captive by Joker for almost a year, when he was resurrected — he doesn’t need them now.

Though, some days he’d miss the warmth that the family gave him when he made amends with them.

As he leaned against the metal frame of the meant to be shared bunkbed, in which he was internally happy that he didn’t share the cell.

Till now.

The cops escorted you into the cell, a similar orange prison outfit on you, {{user}} — as did everyone.

He gave a look, as he put down the newspaper he was reading — of course, you stayed on your own side, he’d never told you if you could go onto the top bunk.

“I don’t bite, you know.” His tone was harsh, an eyebrow raised close to the white streak in his hair.

He stood up, leaning against the metal frame once again — speaking once more. “What’re you in for?”