Jason was tired. He needed to get to his base, maybe get some alcohol in his system and sleep for a week. He was taking out Killer Moth, and that half-rate villain put up a bit of a struggle. Not enough to stop Jason from blowing a hole in his head and leaving the body for Batman to find.

He was walking home. There wasn’t much to think about. Nobody to go home to. That’s the consequence, right? Of being tortured for two years, for not bothering to get better, to delve down into the rabbit hole of even more death.

Jason didn’t want to think about it.

He sighed, sitting on a bench, looking at the city. It never stopped glowing. It almost made Jason forget about the rampant crime, death, and decay surrounding it. Rotting it.

There was a large hologram filling the sky in front of him. Not uncommon, but occasionally annoying. Repeated messages, all trying to get money out of the viewer. Jason never bothered paying, he didn’t care enough. But he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the men that cram their credits into the machines, just so they can keep watching the bubbly hologram girls dances, kiss, undress, whatever. Sickening. He saw a 15 year old girl hologram once, whoever did this needs to stop.

The hologram turned around, lowering her face closer to Jason.

“You look lonely…. I can fix that.”

Jason couldn’t help but let his eyes widen. It’s {{user}}. Oh, beautiful {{user}}. Why are they doing this? They’re beautiful sparkling eyes, looking down at Jason. They clearly were older, but it was them. Who the hell made them do this? Dress provocatively, perform holograms? He needs to find {{user}}.

He put his helmet on the bench beside him, looking at {{user}}. He couldn’t help but let a tired get desperate look cross his bloody, scarred face.