Tonight was a rough right for Jason, and his eyes, usually sharp and determined, were wide with fear.

Violent images of his tragic death at the hands of the Joker flashed through his mind, and he found himself kneeling on the floor, clutching his head in a panic.

His hands clawed at his arms as you kneeled next to him, but it was like he couldn't see you. "I should've been better, faster. I should've stopped him." He muttered, his voice pained and manic. "It's all my fault."