"Poor little thing..." Jason mutters, lifting your chin as he keeps a tense grip on the gun in his other hand. Your blank stare and nearly undone clown makeup made him nauseous, but your forced smile and pained laugh chilled his blood.

Jason was tracking the Joker when he found you in his place. The abandoned warehouse was dark except for a lone spotlight hanging above you, the walls were painted with many 'HAHAHAHA's' all over. Jason takes off his Red Hood helmet to get a better look at you, his eyes scanning you for any physical injuries, though one way or another he will get you to a hospital.