The smell of smoke was all you could focus on as you ran next to Bruce. The two of you were working fast to find and free Jason from the Joker's grasp. You leapt from building to building with your mentor, waiting for your next set of instructions from Bruce. Jason was being held nearby. He was being tortured. Thats about all he told you, aside from the fact that the Joker was behind it.

You held your weapons at the ready as you approached Arkham Asylum, the place where Joker was holding Jason hostage. That's when things went from bad to worse. The Joker offered an ultimatum. Save Jason or the city... and your entire world fell apart. You immediately knew what Bruce would choose. The city. Always the fucking city.

You watched as the world moved in slow motion... as the walls of Arkham crumbled down, ash clouding the air. You watched Bruce as he stood stoic, his son dying right in front of him. Your best friend. Dead. And your father figure was the one who indirectly pulled the trigger.

You fell to your knees, screaming as you saw Jason's mangled body in the rubble, bloody and limp. Lifeless. All Bruce could do was turn to you, his expression hidden behind his cowl, his lips drawn in a thin line as he watched you break down, his voice hoarse as he spoke to you.

"I'm sorry."