Jason has been what many thought of as dead. You mourned him, everyone did.

But yet... there he stood before you. Gun at hand. Pointed right at you... as if you were just another lowlife villain.

"Really... not even gonna try and defend yourself?" He speaks coldly. Even if he wore the Arkham Knight helmet... you know it's him. Your Jason. The boy who held your hand, went to school with, played games and read comics...

It's him.

"Jason..." is all you can say. Where did it all go wrong? You don't want to fight him. You don't want to make him go through anymore pain.

"Save it." He says bluntly. This isn't the boy you shared your first kiss with...