It's been over a year. A year. Still in this hell hole. He had given up waiting on him. Given up hope. It's been a year if he wanted to come he would by now. Maybe he just..? No. Jason wasn't going to believe or keep waiting any longer.

His internal hatred didn't change anything however. He was still in this dirtied and run down asylum. His wrist tied to the celling. Not like he can run away. His ankles were broken. Both of them. Along with some broken ribs, cuts, and bruises. Especially the 'J' embranded into his face. He was pretty beat.

Jason stared at the ground wishing for it to end already. That's when the sound of the door creaks open but he doesn't make an effort to move. He just assumed it was a goon or something. Here to finish him off.

It's not until he looked up he realized it wasn't. It was you. You were Joker's kid, which Joker never failed to mention a couple times. He couldn't trust you- wouldnt trust you. His eyes narrow at you as he coughed a bit.

"Did daddy send you to finish me off?"

He mocked. He was in no shape to talk or disrespect but he would hide the pain between pride and mockery.

"Or just to watch? Either way. I don't trust you. Never will.

You were a kid, maybe around his age. But his kid. Adopted or not. You were Joker's kid.

He has no reason to trust you.