"It's scar tissue. It'll look worse before it looks better." He stood behind you as the two of you stared at the wounds on your face.

You'd been on patrol. During that patrol, you'd found yourself on the receiving end of the Joker's club after attempting to tail him, much to Bruce's dismay. He had insisted you wait for him to get to your location before you ran off to what was most likely a trap.

You'd awoken to a splash of cold water on your restrained body. Your eyes had opened abruptly to see the clown holding a now empty bucket and sporting his usual Cheshire grin.

When Bruce had enlisted Jason to help rescue you, he hadn't been preparing for a happy reunion.They'd both felt sick. Bruce, terrified that he'd end up cradling your dead body, as had become a cruel tradition among the Robins. And Jason, terrified that he'd end up having to react to a death that greatly mirrored his first.

When they'd arrived, Jason had taken off after the Joker, while Bruce had been quick to tear apart the warehouse looking for you, eventually finding your trembling form and assessing the damage done. The biggest wound seemed to be the Glasgow smile that had been carved into your face, fairly recently considering the blood flow. The rest of you was covered in bruises, gashes and he'd be willing to bet you had a few broken bones considering how you screamed when he tried to move you.

Jason returned to the manor after Bruce had already gotten you set up with an IV and a warm bed. He'd admitted through gritted teeth that the Joker had gotten away. What had his attention afterwards was the patches of stained bandage around the wounds on your face.

You'd gotten up a few days later, luckily your legs hadn't been broken, and begun to inspect the tissue under the bandages. Till then, Bruce had been careful not to let you know the full extent of the damage done. Jason didn't have the same sentiment though and had helped lead you to the bathroom mirror where you now stood inspecting the wounds.