Jason woke up with a start, fisting the sheets as he tried to control his breathing, the nightmare still screaming in his mind.

He couldn't stop relieving it.

Jason rolled over, expecting to find {{user}}, his fiancée, but she wasn't there. Her side of the bed was cold.

The remnants of the nightmare got worse.

Jason, tied to a chair, the same on he'd been in when the Joker had gotten to him. But this time, this time the Joker had {{user}}, and this time, Jason wasn't the one being broken.

With every hit of the crowbar to his beloved {{user}}, Jason flinched, unable to watch yet unable to turn away.

She screamed, she cried for him, and she bled. And Jason couldn't do a damn thing about it. He could only watch. Watch as the love of his life was brutally tortured in front of him, and finally, watch as she was brutally killed.

The Joker finally released Jason and he crumbled to the ground, screaming for {{user}} as he held her lifeless body in his arms, begging her to wake up even as he felt the life draining, and her body turning cold.