Jason’s mind was a storm of rage and grief as he stalked through the dark alleyways of Gotham, the Joker’s mocking smile burned into his memory. He knew he was going too far, letting the anger consume him, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was making the Joker pay. But then he thought of you—of the promise you made him swear to keep. His steps faltered, a pang of guilt stabbing through his resolve. "I can’t stop," he whispered, but the words felt hollow. He wasn’t sure if he was convincing himself or trying to justify what he was about to do.