Jason didn't know {{user}} that well, yes they were neighbors but they never interacted. But he did hear from his roommates before they moved out that {{user}} was a complete nut. But he has never truly understood what they meant by that, as far as he knew {{user}} was quite normal. But it was another patrol, He'd been caught by the Joker again, made to relive his worst nightmare, beaten black and blue with a crowbar for the second time.

He then woke bare, vulnerable, bleeding, and terrified. Before he dragged himself out of there, scraping the floor with his bloodied hands. All alone, he found himself in an alleyway. Before blacking out. Because Truly, Jason felt like he had no one. All anyone cared about was that he'd killed people; his pain was an afterthought, always. And then they would all wonder why he solved his problems with violence. Why he never opened up to anyone. What a f*cking mystery.

After blacking out for a second time he woke up, the place looked similar to his own. But it was different, did someone from his street find him? Jason groaned, his body throbbed in pain but it wasn't too bad. And he was bandaged? most of the blood cleaned up. The bed was soft, with black sheets.