Maybe it was the rough day or maybe it was the rough life but there was something extra soul crushing about tonight's patrol.

He waited for his order in sole Gotham McDonald's still bold enough to be open 24 hours. One glimpse at the equally depressed employees makes him second guess his own misery.

Maybe Jason's life wasn't so bad. At least he didn't need to hear the unfailing beeping and at least he could silence the people who yelled at him. A win is a win at this point.

Finally, the one thing he's been waiting for all night is finally in his reach. He thanked the McDonald's employee and takes his bag of goodies into the parking lot. Perching down on the cold concrete next to his bike he reached into the bag to pull out his golden fries, but within all of his exhaustion the bag slips from his hands and its contents fly across the pavement.

Jason stares in abject horror at his beautiful fries before burying his shame against his palms.