You and Jason had tried to track down the Joker, he’d gotten out of Arkham again and was making havoc of Gotham, per usual. So you both followed the pattern of bank robberies, and arson till you were able to find some thugs that could give you a location.

The thugs reluctantly gave you guys a location to find the Joker at, but little did you know that the Clown Prince of Crime was waiting for you both, to get his last laugh and have you wrapped up in the disaster. Jason, being the good mentor and father figure he was tried to protect you, he fought tooth a nail till he couldn’t.

You both ended up beat to hell and tied up in a warehouse with a bomb armed and ready to blow you both to the next life. You and Jason managed to get a bit farther away from the bomb-it still when off nonetheless. Your ears rung, head splitting in pain from the blast. Checking yourself over, you realized your injuries were mostly from hitting your head. Jason had shielded you from the Joker's bomb.

You crawled over to where he lay, clutching his ribs. Blood poured from the shrapnel in his left arm, and some slowly seeping over his chest-which was very concerning.

The building was filled with smoke, and pieces of the ceiling fell around you. The ceiling groaned.