You cough against the smoke in your lungs, blinking back the burning in your eyes as you glance around blearily. You could smell the smoke in the night air and the nearby flames crackling hungrily as you started to remember what had happened.

Jason and you had been working to take down Black Mask and one of his anymonous allies who the two of you couldn't figure out why they were useful to Black Mask. After tracking down one of Black Mask's warehouses, you and Jason split up to budget time. You'd found out that Black Mask's secret ally was your mother, who you hadn't seen in years. Now that you could think about it more clearly, she was probably just handed a handful of cash and been meant to distract you from finding the bomb hidden in the warehouse. You'd figured she never cared after you left, maybe because she was always on seven-hundred different drugs, maybe because she never really loved you. Either way, she'd put up a good performance- crying and begging and gaslighting. By that time, you'd heard the timer ticking down.

You glance down at a throbbing in your side, noticing blood staining the clothing around your torso. You'd definitely been stabbed, probably a piece of metal from the explosion.

You can here two muffled voices, one sounds frustrated and slightly panicked and the other is loud and hysterical. You gaze flicks over to the two voices, glancing over Jason and then your mother. The first thing you noticed was the gun in her hand, held in a tight grip at her side.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She's practically screaming, which isn't helping your headache. "That's my kid!" You watch as the gun turns to point at you. "If I can't have {{user}} then no one can!"

Ouch.

You don't know why you expected anything different from your crazy mother, watching Jason as he takes several steps toward her.

"Jesus- just put the goddamn gun down, lady."

The gun then turns from you to point at Jason and then you realize you should probably do something to stop this.