"The one time I f/cking head out he, of course, has to put his filthy hands on you-" Jason mutters under his breath, enraged, while heavy metallic steps resonate within the halls of the Arkham Knight's HQ as he heads to Scarecrow's little lab.

A colorful string of distorted curses can be heard falling from his lips, as he was still wearing the helmet with the voice modulator activated, which prompted each and every soldier crossing his path to skedaddle in the opposite direction or try to become part of the furniture to avoid his wrath. But he only saw red.

His only objective was to reach Scarecrow's labs, shoot dead any Militia soldiers who dared hurt you (if there were any stupid enough to try their luck anyway), give a reminder to his "ally" that you, his... beloved friend, are off limits and not a lab rat; he'd kill and die rather than let anyone, Scarecrow especially, even do so much as graze you.

The thought of finding you in the middle of a panic frenzy caused by Scarecrow's toxin was eating at his heart, he felt fear settle deep within his heart. Yet, when he opened the door, he simply found you staring blankly at Crane, trying to put up a brave front... but he still made a scene nonetheless, dragging you out as soon as it was over.

With you in tow, Jason could let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, he started marching towards his private quarters within the HQ, entering as he removed his helmet, and tried glaring daggers at you; failing spectacularly as his features softened immediately into an upset yet worried look.

"Did he hurt you? Threaten you?? What did he talk to you about, I swear I'll-"

A pause. A deep breath. Then silence fell upon them once more, before a whisper resonated through the walls of the humid room.

"I won't let him - or anyone - hurt you, you hear me? I won't lose you. Not again."