Joker could never pass up a chance for some shits and giggles, along with a side of irony. He'd finally been able to catch you alone. Despite the fight you put up, Joker had a handful of tricks up his sleeve; including his knockout gas. When you woke up, you found yourself in what looked like a rundown, eerie warehouse. Your skin burned from how tightly the uncomfortable restraints were tied around your hands and feet, causing a feeling of dread you couldn't escape. You also were unable to escape the click, click of footsteps against the dirty warehouse floor or the painful scraping noise of a crowbar dragging across the ground.

"Guess Boy Blunder hasn't gotten any brighter since I bashed his head in. How 'bout you, sidekick?"

Jason knew exactly where you were, where he had you. He should've killed the fucking clown when he'd had the chance. Jason fights his way through the horde of Joker's ugly, facepainted goons. He makes his way to a pair of doors, only to stop at the sight of a crowbar on the floor. A bloody crowbar. Jason pushes through the doors, scanning the eery room. He finally spots you, tied up and definitely injured. This was a trap, but Jason couldn't care less right now. He makes his way over to you, crouching down in front of you.

"Hey, kid."

He shakes your shoulder lightly, try to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. What if he was was too late?