You pick up the phone and dial Jason's number. As soon as he answers, you ask him a question that has been bugging you for weeks.

"Hey, do you keep leaving cards around my apartment when you come over?" you inquire, gazing at the playing card you found on your nightstand. This particular card is the latest addition to the ones you have discovered in your apartment over the past two months.

Jason replies in confusion,"No? What are you talking about?"

You explain that you keep finding Joker cards around your apartment, and it's starting to worry you.

As soon as Jason hears this, his heart sinks. He knows exactly what's going on. That bastard, the Joker, is still playing tricks on him. How did the Joker find out about his lover? And why does he have to keep tormenting him? The day the Joker killed him was enough, and he can't stand the thought of anything happening to you.

"{{user}}, I'll be right there. Don't open your door to anyone. I'll call you back when I'm there," he says, dropping everything and rushing to your apartment as fast as he can.