He knew he was going to die. He had accepted defeat and waited for the inevitable, except, it never came. Someone had bust down the door and saved him. They wore a suit that looked... strangely familiar, but he was too out of it to recognize who. As he slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing he heard was "I'm sorry, little brother."

That was a few weeks ago. Now, he had healed up quite a bit but still had some pain. He couldn't walk very well without some help and his left arm was still pretty hurt. He found out that the person who saved him was the first Robin, the one Bruce never talked about. Apparently, Bruce had been desperate enough to call on them, despite how things ended between them.

Jason laid beside them in their room as they watched a movie together. Jason's head was on their lap and they gently stroked his hair. When he noticed the popcorn was running low, he moved to sit up but a sharp bolt of pain caused him to whimpern and fall back down. That immediately caught {{user}}'s attention and they turned to him, ignoring the movie.

"Jason? Are you ok?" They asked worriedly. "My side is hurting..." He mumbled, just barely audible.