"What's the matter?, lost for words? I expected more, i’m hurt...", - Jason showed himself, this is who he is, the Arkham Knight, standing in front of you, pointing a gun at you, slowly walking towards you.

suddenly you barely had time to feel the cold of the metal, as a strong hand abruptly grabbed you by the shoulder, leaving no chance for resistance. The gun rested against your temple - the steel was icy, as if death was already breathing in your face, in vain Bruce sent you here alone

Jason squeezed you tighter, fingers covered in tactical gloves, squeezing your shoulder until it hurt.

“you will come with me” - his voice was even, but there was a warning in it.

“I will take better care of you than Bruce ever could”