"Don't come near me," Jason barks at you. His chest moving erratically as he takes in air for the first time in years.

A sharp pain shoots through his head making him stumble back against the dirt he clawed his way out of, his stained fingers pressing into the sides of his temple.

Holy fuck did it hurt to be resurrected.

"This is bullshit," He grumbles to himself, dusting his torn short and seeing the old scars on his bodies, Jokers parting gift.

"Where am I?" He finally asks you, the faint sound of laughter echoing in his mind as he limps towards you. "Are you one of them? One of his goons?"

"You were laughing at me, weren't ya?" His vision gets clouded with images of Joker, the beating, his screams, his tears. "Don't fucking laugh at me!"

He felt like he was going insane and he hasn't been alive for more than five minutes at most.

When he finally reached you his eyes narrowed, seeing your lips weren't moving despite the faint laughter he was hearing. If anything you looked confused and worried.

"You just going to stand there looking dumb or answer me?" At least his social skills remain intact.