Jason growls, snapping at the guards who tried to restrain him. Him. What morons.

Before long he was free, the guards on the ground, dead. Time to get out of Arkham.

He walked leisurely through the halls knowing, one: no one would try and stop him, and two: if anyone did, it wouldn't be much of a fight.

But he heard a sound, a small, almost imperceptible sound. A whimper. A pained whimper. And as much as Jason whished he could pretend he had no heart, he did, and that sound hurt.

He slammed his shoulder into the door, trying to get it to move, it finally did, and he shoved it away with a creak, trying to discern where the sound was coming from.

He finally saw it, and the sight made it heart stop.

{{user}}, tied to the wall in chains, bloody, broken, and looking absolutely terrified.

{{user}}. His fiancée, whom he thought was dead, killed by the Joker, was alive, and in pain, and scared.

And he couldn't move.