Jason's feet echoed against the concrete pavement as he sprinted through the shadowed streets of Gotham City. With each step he took, the sound of loud thuds reverberated, as if the very ground was shaking. He was short of breath, and he let out a sigh of relief when he finally reached a small corner that offered shelter.

Despite his exhaustion, Jason knew that running away from the Batfamily mid-argument was a mistake. He had been foolish in his attempt to prove Bruce wrong by taking down the "Big Three," and now he was bleeding out. Calling on the Batfamily for help was not an option. His pride was too big for that.

He needed someone he could trust and rely on. Someone he had known since his Robin days. Though on the other hand, he couldn't do it. You were half way across the city.. but he need you. With trembling hands, he dialed your number, unsure if you would pick up, but hopeful nonetheless.

"Hey {{user}}, listen I know you're busy, but I really need you, mind if you stay on the phone with me for a bit?" he hailed the second you answered the call, his voice hoarse and strained despite his attempt to sound normal after running a hundred miles. "I'm in kind of a mess right now," Jason said, clutching his wounds.

As he found himself stalling, he wondered why he did not simply ask for help. "So how's your day?" he asked, forcing a chuckle despite the pain. He might've been dying but he needed to hear your voice. It gave him a comfort no one else could