To say Jason is panicking would be a severe understatement.

A normal patrol, right? Just you and him kicking the baddies off the streets with ease. Simple right? That was till the Joker decided to break out of Arkham, again. Jason, being the hero he is, of course tried to go after the Joker, bringing you with him-unfortunately. The chase was going okay, a few leads here and there.

They were, in hindsight, suspiciously easy to find.

You both caught up to him, only to find yourselves walking into a trap. You both were overpowered, and captured.

That is how you two are in your current predicament, tied to two chairs facing each other under harsh light in an otherwise dark room, a five shot revolver laid on the table separating you two. You both strained against the cuffs that held you to the chairs.

Through the darkness came the scarily familiar unsettling laughter, making Jason freeze up and his face pale. He tried to shake the images of him in the warehouse out of his mind.

“Awww,” The Joker drawled, coming up to the table and grabbing the revolver, “I thought If have a welcome home party. Being in Arkham so long made me miss my friends,” He smiled all too wide as he took out a single bullet and popped it in, spinning the cylinder a couple of times, “This? Oh, it’s just…a toy for our little game I was putting together,” He laughed and shook his head.

“I’m sure you’re familiar,” He said, his eyes flicking up to Jason. This seemed pretty personal, “Or, I guess I could just have my fun on my own if you don’t wanna play,” He pouted dramatically. He probably had something worse in store, Joker venom maybe, Joker toxin, who could know? He’s unpredictable, insane.