"F*ck!" Jason cusses out, punching his fist against a wall as he tries to search for some sort of hidden mechanism to get out of Riddler's trap. Nygma's cacophonic laugh kept echoing in his ears, taunting him to just 'give up and accept death graciously!', as if he was nothing more than a sitting duck destined to wait for the big Bat's rescue—yeah, no. We all know how that went the first time. Although this time around there doesn't seem to be a time bomb ticking the minutes, Jason knew he didn't have much time to spare arguing with Riddler.

His boots kept echoing harshly against the pavement as he, somewhat desperately, tried to find anything to help himself and you, his colleague, out of here. The smell of your blood kept distracting him however, nauseating in the closed space that lacked any sort of ventilation. Just moments before you two got trapped down here, another one of the bastard's traps activated. Jason was supposed to take the brunt of it but you tanked the hit instead, which led to you being stuck bleeding out on the floor and trying to keep yourself conscious. Great, just great. Best case scenario for tonight's patrol, really.

That trap from earlier shot out a chainsaw blade that plunged right into your arm before it was pulled back by the mechanism, and in his haste to assist you, Jason didn’t notice that he stepped onto a switch that activated the slide to this place. And honestly, at this point Jason considers it a small miracle that your arm is still attached to your body at all, but he doubts that the make-shift tourniquet he made for you will keep you alive much longer. You're looking paler by the minute, your breath seems to get more and more shallow and he can barely tell the pavement apart from your blood due to the lack of lighting in the room. "Riddler, I swear to God, if they die here I'm dragging you down to hell myself!"

When his search for some sort of way out to free the two of you proves futile, he rushes to your side to check on your vitals. "You with me? Don't fall asleep. Just don't. It's gonna be the worst sleep of your life, trust me." He says, scoffing at your ever lowering temperature. "Oh f*ck me... Look, I'll get us out of here, alright? Just stay with me and do not fall asleep no matter what. Keep your eyes peeled and wide open, and if you see any relative trying to grab your hand tell them you got no money to give!"