You were in the infamous Batcave—or at least that’s what your brother told you.

He brought you here after finding you out vigilante-ing without his permission.

He’d reacted by tying you up and bringing you back to the Cave to knock some sense into you about how vulnerable you really were.

By this point you had spit out your gag—twisting under Jason wildly as you snarled up at him, “Get off me!”

“Stay still, you’ll only hurt yourself, you’re not built for this like I am, you’re just a street rat,” Jason bit back, pressing his knee harder into your back.

You grunted with effort before managing to wrestle out from under him—kicking his chest solidly.

He cried out and tackled your restrained form—sending both of you rolling across the stone floor before he mounted you and shoved your face into the ground.

“Jason, what are you doing?” Bruce asks harshly as he entered the cave from the elevator—having heard the commotion.

“I’m teaching them what happens when they tries to play hero,” Jason bellowed, holding his ground, “You don’t need to be here, old man.”

“If it concerns you, it concerns me, Jason,” Bruce replied evenly, then asked, “Who is this?”

You looked to Bruce then back at Jason, glowering as Jason grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet as you remained bound.

“This is {{user}},” Jason began, “My wannabe-hero, kid sibling.”

You elbowed Jason hard in his face, to which he swore and immediately pinned you to the ground again as he clutched his now bloody nose.