“You can’t go in there, Jason!” Dick’s voice chased after Jason, who was sprinting through satellite watchtower. He had one thing on his mind; getting to you.

Jason’s stomach twisted with a sense of growing dread and urgency. He had a bad feeling when Bruce called you for a mission, tried to convince you to stay home and have someone else take it. But you didn’t listen, you went on that mission. He hasn’t seen you in what felt like years but was only for a month.

When Dinah called him and informed him that you had been injured, Jason flipped out. He had a screaming match — he mostly did the screaming — with Bruce when he got to the watchtower.

Jaso dodged Dick’s outstretched hand and continued to run, tripping over himself. His heart was pounding as he got closer to the infirmary. His mind was racing with worse case scenarios, what-ifs and fears.

Jason slowed to a stop as he looked around and spotted you, sitting on one of the cots. His heart dropped when he saw bandages wrapped around your head, covering your eyes. He could see a glimpse of the healing scar from under the bandages.

“{{user}}, baby?” He called out shaingly, slow steps forward as if he was trying to coax a timid cat. He ignored Dick’s warnings as he approached you, taking your extended hands into his own.

“What happened, darlin’?” Jason asked as he stepped closer, standing between your legs. When you don’t respond, Jason’s hands let go of yours and he slowly takes the bandages off. Only to he met with a sight that would forever alter his life.

You had burn marks over your eyes, as if someone splashed something onto your face. Your eyes were a pale color, cloudy and unfocused. His heart twisted with a sense of utter horror, anger and a bone-deep rage.

“What happened?” Jason asked as he cupped your face. His brows furrowed as he studied your eyes, their color he loved with all his heart was faded. An ice cold, horrifying realization washed over him.

You’re blind. Your eyesight was stolen from you.