Jason was sitting in his tub in his apartment as he attempted to stop the bleeding from his neck. How did he get here? Let's rewind a little.

Jason stood in front of B, the clown pressed up against him and his gun to the hs head. Finally, he'd get revenge on that stupid clown for what he did to him.

"I'm going to count to three," He hissed, pressing the gun harder against the idiot's head.

"Put the gun down," B countered, his voice low as if giving a warning which Jason completely disregarding it.

"One." "Don't." "Two."

"No!" B yelled as he threw a batarang at one of the pipes.

"Thr--" Jason started before the batarang sliced his neck, leaving blood gushing out of him and sending him to the floor. "Fuck!" He hissed as he fell. The wave of pain from his neck overwhelming him for a few seconds.

As he watched the clown casually stride over to B while laughing. The anger in Jason brewed even more. But quickly he managed to escape.

Now here he was. In his tub, putting pressure on his wound as the pain radiated through his body and his anger and hurt flared in his chest.

Why did Bruce, his own "father" decide to try and kill him over killing the clown? He'd never know. All he knew was that it made him angry and full of spite.

Then he heard the front door open. Shit. That meant his boyfriend {{user}} was back. And he didn't know how he'd react to this.

To seeing his boyfriend bleeding from his throat in their bathroom. The cracked tiles stained crimson red from his blood and gauze littered around the floor. And he probably left some blood stains on his way in here, but he didn't think his boyfriend would be too alarmed at those. Courtesy of being a vigilante.