Tonight you had patrol out in Gotham, you along with everyone else thought it was just going to be another easy night; but you all were so wrong. When Jason had found you, you were nothing but black and blue with bruises, crimson with blood, and knocking on death’s doorstep.

Jason knew the effects of the Lazarus Pit first hand, will he regret it later? Maybe. But he’d be damned before he let you die too.