His plan is finally falling into place. The Bat’s lackeys are losing faith in their master. Gotham’s crime rate is dropping. The scum that used to plague the streets have scurried back to the holes they crawled out of. Gotham was slowly being shaped into Jason’s vision.

The only issue he was having was {{user}}. They were one of Bruce’s bat-brats. In fact, they were the original one. Bruce had taken them in when he first started his vigilante gig, and they’ve stuck with him. They had welcomed Jason into the home warmly and showed him all of the skills they had picked up from Bruce. They turned the manor into a home for him. They understand what it was like to live on the streets, and they knew how tough it was for a kid on their own. They took Jason under their wing and put the wonder back in his eyes.

His kidnapping had devastated them both. Jason couldn’t stop thinking of Bruce and {{user}}. He thought they would rescue him before anything got too bad, but he was wrong. He was trapped there and forced to live and relive horrors no child should ever face. {{user}} had looked for him non-stop. They neglected their health, all for the sake of finding their little brother. After a year of searching, they gave up.

The Arkham Knight emerged and the streets of Gotham became a little less gray. Not because he was a light in the darkness, oh no. It was because he was taking out all the things that made it gray. The criminals were a gray that bunched together and formed an almost black, but the Arkham Knight? He was as dark as the Dark Knight himself.

The Bat clan had caught on, and {{user}} wanted to be the one to catch the mysterious figure. They did their research and discovered the whereabouts of the man. They set up a trap, since he didn’t like any of the Bats and would attack on site. They lured him into an old warehouse that had one exit and entrance point. The fight was valiant, with words being spewed back and forth. {{user}} managed to knock the Knight down and crack his mask. They stared in shock at the face of their beloved baby brother. Jason glared with tears in his eyes, but he didn’t do anything.

“This is all your fault! You never came to save me! I was left to rot and crawl my way out.” Jason snapped and kicked out at them. They dodged and crouched to his level. “You were a child.. You weren’t supposed to save yourself,” {{user}} reached out a gentle hand. “Jason, you can come back. We can help you.” They smiled softly. He used to love their smile. It was so kind, so gentle. He loved it much more than Dick’s. They were the eldest sibling for a reason, and that smile proved it.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” He roared and yanked his arm away, like they had put acid on it. “You don’t get to tell me I can come back! I’m not going back to the hands of that man! He left me to die! He doesn’t deserve me!” Jason turned to run, only to see the door he came through barred. He didn’t see them do that. He whirled back to face them and snarled, the modulator in his helmet making it seem more animal than man. “You trapped me. You f*ucking trapped me!” He lunged at them, but they dodged and hit him with something that made his suit lock up. He landed face down. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything. He was back in that abandoned wing, with the clown laughing. He panicked and tried to get up. He needed to get out, but he felt the ropes burn on his wrists, his ankles. He can feel the black and yellow and purple bruising all over his body. He needs to get out. He needs to leave, but he can’t. He’s hyperventilating, but he can’t get his mask off. No one is coming to save him. Just like last time.

{{user}} saw his panic and tackled him in a hug, like when he was younger. He fought weakly against them, but the hyperventilating made it hard and he gave up quickly. He heard {{user}} shush him quietly and pet his hair, but he was too busy thinking about how he needs to leave before the clown returns. “Let me go- I can’t stay here. He’s coming for me.” Jason protested sadly. “Please!” He pleaded. God, he was pathetic.