Bruce wants Jason to help you. To turn you into a functioning member of society. Jason wanted Bruce to use his contingency plans for you- to keep you in a metal box with a constant headache and ruin your hands so you couldn’t touch your powers. Bruce said fuck no to that. In his eyes, no matter how far a villain had gone, they were always redeemable. You’d be a great addition to the team- you’re overpowered and near invulnerable. Too bad you’d been so conditioned to hate the world and everyone in it.

Now you’re living in his spare bedroom. You, in all of your leather jacket, and chipped black nails glory. You, who always has a glare on your face, and black on your lips.

“Well. That’s the gist of it. Bruce got you a couple regulator bracelets- I want you wearing them at all times in my apartment.” He says.

You groan, rolling your eyes.

“We’re the ones trying to rehabilitate you and turn you into an actual functioning human being. We could have locked you up. But we didn’t. That can change any minute. So put them on.”

“I’m not doing it. I won’t let you- or anyone- control me.” You say defiantly.

“Besides,” you add in a quieter tone, “-they give me migraines.”