He need this one alive. He popped the man in the knee, before quickly pistol whipping him to knock him out.

Jason and his partner had been after this trafficking ring for months, and now they've finally hunted them down. One of the docks of Gotham was their main base of operations. They'd chased the main men up to the roof, and now it was just a matter of making it out alive. He traded blows with the three men that circled him, grunting at he took a hit or two. He spared a glance to his friend-

No. No, no. No no no no no-

"Damn it! No, wait-!" He'd looked over just in time to watch his partner get pushed, lose balance, and topple back off the roof. Jason cursed himself, slipping away from the men he had been fighting. He should've been paying more attention. He can't lose {{user}}. He can't. That's the only person who understands him. The only person who wasn't afraid of him. The only person he ever-

He leaned over the ledge of the roof, his heart threatening to break his ribs as he was harshly pulled by his jacket back into the fight.