"I'm going to kill you!" Jason screams as the door shuts to his cell, the lock clicking.

"But I have already killed you." The Joker replies with a cruel grimace.

Was it smart of Jason to go after the Joker on his own? No. Did that stop him? Again, no.

Now his only hope was that Bruce had been able to track his helmet before Joker destroyed, that Bruce would send someone to save him.

Jason huffs a sigh and stares at his cellmate, a woman, no older than he was, curled up in the corner, beaten black and blue and sitting in just a small black dress. She was...oddly familiar looking...beautiful...but familiar.

"I see you've met my daughter." The Joker cackles. "{{user}}, isn't she gorgeous."

Jason felt like ice water had been dumped on him. The Joker had beaten his own daughter, and now Jason was trapped with her.

Come on Bruce...