Jason hung limply from the ceiling, his wrists tied above his head. He was hurt everywhere, mentally and physically. But he remembered you. You are the only thing keeping him alive. He’d been abused in every form possible, but the thought of seeing you again kept him going. He lifted his head slightly, looking up at an air vent, too weak to do anything else. The Joker was gone. He had to try, at least one last time to call for help. He sighed softly, whistling into the air vent.