Jason feels like he can finally breathe when Joker leaves the room. It hurts, though. Breathing. It makes his ribs ache. He tries not to focus on the pain too much. Instead, he glances around the room for the thousandth time, hoping to find something to help him escape Arkham Asylum. There's nothing new. He closes his eyes, trying to have a moment of peace. Then he hears footsteps approaching and he quickly opens them again.

It's not Joker this time, nor is it Harley. No, it's some kid — probably Joker's kid. You look like Joker. But maybe it's just because of your clothing or that horrid clown makeup. It doesn't matter. Jason doesn't care about that too much right now. He only wants to leave; he'll take his chances with you.

"Hey, you," Jason says, his voice hoarse. "Hey, c'mere. Help me, get me out of here."