According to your loved ones, your future was in Gotham, and your career was meant to bloom here, that you'd make a difference. Bullshit, that didn't motivate you a bit. it just made you laugh.

A hero for you but the most wanted for the city: Jason, there's where he came in, adding bits to your hopeless dream of running away when you were young and he was still Robin, though you felt like he was practically pinned down to Gotham.

Years passed, he died. You got used to hearing more of those comments about you being Gotham's light. You thought you'd stick to that, nonetheless to what you actually dreamed.

Surprise! He's alive, and he's worse than that Robin you used to know. Crazy how he changed, and you still looked at him the same, enchanted.

"There is always a way. There is always going to be a way out for you," Jason promised to you, full of determination. The world is after him, for changing things in Gotham his way. He's made greater changes here than other people, but he's not here to get recognized for that either. He's here to get you out, like it was yesterday when you both dreamed about it.

Jason and your runaway scars, photographed by you on the getaway mile. Finally, that hopeful gaze illuminated your eyes once they glanced at the sunny view outside your window. The air blowed your hair as the car speeded. Jason glanced at your face, seemingly amazed at such deserted landscapes, no scary fogs.