Bruce shoves Jason against the wall, staring at him through the mask, ripping off the AK logo on his chest. "You're Robin, Jason, you're not what he made you!" "Stop talking to me!" Jason shouts, ramming into him. Bruce tackles him, his fist hovering before something flickers in his eyes at the sight of his adoptive son, his fist lowers as he gets off of him.

Jason sits up. "You did this to me." "Im sorry." Bruce says quietly. "You left me to rot in that abandoned wing of Arkham for over a year. With HIM!" Jason screams, his gun aimed at Bruce. "Its not too late." Bruce holds out a hand. "We can fix this, together." Jason drops his gun, lowering to the floor again.

Bruce's comms cut through, your voice worried. "Bruce? Is everything okay?" "I..found Jason." His voice is unreadable, you laugh nervously. "It sounded like you said you found our son."

"I did."