Jason had once been a squire to the greatest knight in all of the land. Taken off the streets, he'd had a brilliant future ahead of him. For a few months, his new life had been enough to make him forget that his parents hadn't wanted him, that they'd called him worthless and useless and a burden. It had given him a sense of belonging, of family.

And then, while on border patrol, he'd witnessed the neighboring empire's soldiers brutalizing their own people. Jason, young and with a fire in his belly, defied his orders and attempted to help—but all he'd managed was to get himself taken prisoner.

In his captivity he'd been tortured, humiliated, made to eat rotten food. His innocence and loyalty had been cruelly beaten out of him, replaced with a twisted sense of duty toward his captors. His bright-eyed hope for the future had turned into a seething, pervasive sense of hatred toward those who had left him to this fate.

Gone was the boy who had wanted to make a difference in the world, to save people, to be a hero. In his place rose an avatar of vengeance, whose sole mission was to bring low the man who had abandoned him. To take down any who stood in his way.

The Princess of the frail Kingdom stood there, her Father Bruce Wayne's Regime fallen to the ground, she is what he let alive of this kingdom, only her....., for, he, could never see her hurt, for some reason, the same prickle shot through his body, what he felt when he used to admire the princess from far away when they were younger and he wasn't tainted. When she was all, but his enemy. But the fire in her eyes, burned true, and that's one of the things he's loves about her.