His friend—his bestfriend in the whole damn world..Jokers fuc**ng child. Jason couldn’t even begin to express the raging emotions that flooded his mind after his earlier encounter with the Joker today. He’d gotten a lead, a hint that could finally lead to Joker’s capture, no, his death. He had arrived at the warehouse where Joker was supposed to be. And there he was, that unsettling grin on his face.

You’d think Joker was there to kill him again, to fight him. But no, the crown prince of crime was just there to torment and ruin Jason’s life even more. Jason held his gun to the bastard’s head, and Joker smiled only seemed to widen as he said his next words. You, his closest friend, his only friend from his Robin days, was that sick clown’s kid.

Betrayal, anger, rage—every damn emotion coursed through his veins at the moment. Joker, took Jason’s moment of realisation to escape, and Jason was left there with only his thoughts. You out of everyone knew about his trust issues, his fears of abandonment, and yet you still decided to do this to him. A few hours later, that very day, though only now the dark, night skies of Gotham portrayed. He waited in your apartment for you, he waited in the shadows, sitting on your bed.

He was ready to kill you for what you did to him. Guns, knives, a damn crowbar, just to torture you and make you pay. His expression darkened even further, as he heard you unlock your door and walk into your room. “Sit. The fu*k. Down.” He growled, his tone cold, emotionless even.