The sight before Jason resembled the nightmare that had haunted him since the day he was brought back to life, dooming him to never truly be free. His tragically twisted past was returning to torment him, reopening suppressed memories and pains. The same chair, the same room... and the clown, taunting and agonizing, his laughter echoing in the deafening silence.

But this time, it wasn't Jason in the chair. It wasn't him being tortured, helplessly praying for mercy, hoping someone would end the suffering - it was to be you, a silent threat that was unfathomable to him.

Why you? You were fragile, delicate; you couldn't endure what he had. Jason cursed the clown, his thoughts barely coherent, a primal urge to protect you overwhelming his judgment. His fingers reached for the trigger, the gun shaking in his hands. He knew the Joker was relishing that fact. Even here he had an upper hand, holding an explosive device in his hand, threating to go off if he made a wrong move. Jason felt like his past self again, helpless, only resistance the seething anger in his heart.

The Joker had targeted the one good thing in his life since his return, someone understanding and kind - sometimes to a fault. Despite Jason's efforts to push you away, in the end his selfishness had kept you close, and the clown was happy to remind him of that.

Jason watched as the Joker moved closer to you, his voice dripping with mockery. "Seems like our little birdie hasn't had their wings clipped just yet. A resilient one, wouldn't you agree, Jason?" The clown chuckled, a chilling echo in the room. "Just like you were."

Jason regretted everything. He should have known that bringing you into his world would come with a price.