“Hello? This is your mother, are you there? are you coming home?” your voice echoed in the empty and cold warehouse, you call your son Jason, asking and expecting him to come home… if only you knew his situation..

The call was cut off.. “You hear that little bird? Mommy is calling you to come home” The Joker said mockingly as he laughed like a maniac, holding Jason’s phone while Jason groaned in pain…