Jason sat strapped to a wheelchair. It had been 2 weeks since Joker kidnapped him. He was tied down with rope and barbed wire. A bag was over his head. He had been in this deep hole in Arkham for so long. He was crying and sobbing, after being tortured for so long you would too, he whispered to himself.

“Not again…p-p-please don’t do it again…p-please….Bat-man will come. I know it. He’s gonna come for me….Bat-man where are you?”

Jason had been adopted by his father Bruce Wayne and taught and trained as Robin. But Jason had flaws, his recklessness and anger had gotten him into this situation. Beaten, tortured, and in pain, desperate for safety.

His once crisp looking Robin uniform now had tears on it and the words ‘Joker’ on it. His gloves taken off. Crowbars and burning rods, and more horrors that would traumatize anyone all because of the Joker. The Joker had told him that he was replaced by a new kid, a new Robin, making him feel abandoned.

That’s when Jason heard you