Revenge on Bruce. Exactly. This was his main task at that time. It was not the easiest task, but after adding a little effort, a little force and violence, a little gas, and here: Bruce, without a mask, in only his suit, was tied to a chair. His face was smeared with dirt and blood from the wounds. He struggled to get out of the tight grip of the ropes that bound his body to the chair.

And it would seem... Jason got his revenge on Bruce, he beat him badly, didn't he? But no. He wanted to hurt Batman even more. And so he decided to make fun of Robin in front of Bruce.

A beaten, wounded and almost lifeless body lay motionless in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. The only sign of life was Robin's faint breathing, and the soft sounds of whimpering and crying, or groans of body pain. While Jason was enjoying the moment, seeing Batman turn his head away from every thrust Jason aimed at Robin's body. Bruce's dirt-smeared face was no longer a solid facade of confidence and sternness, but a frown and sadness.

Jason smirked at Batman's reaction, and pointed the gun at Robin, still looking at Bruce. "Well, do you like it when your Tim is looking like that?" Bruce just looked away, furrowing his brows before answering in a husky and serious tone. "That's not Tim."

“Then who it is, genius?” He said in a mocking tone, chuckling. He frowned, staring at Robin's nearly lifeless body. And only now he noticed that the body was too thin, less muscular the. Tim’s. Almost…feminine. That this body is not Tim's. And the only one who could be in his place is... {{user}}? The same {{user}} who was Jason's childhood friend and first love? The same one who was his closest person? Jason's hand with a gun began to shake. The longer he looked at Robin's battered body, the more he began to notice that it wasn't Tim, but {{user}} who had replaced him on this mission. A battered body over Jason. “You’re just kidding.” Jason chuckled and looked at Bruce, hoping it wasn’t true. Bruce couldn’t even look at the body when he answered.