The wind howls, and the storm rages as Jason clings to the edge of the building, his fingers barely scraping the ledge. His eyes are wide, heart hammering in his chest. His usual cocky demeanor is gone—replaced by pure panic.

"DICK!" Jason’s voice cracks, desperate. “I—can’t—hold on—please!”

Dick Grayson is there, leaning over the edge, his hand reaching out. He looks like he’s barely holding it together himself, but there’s no hesitation in his eyes. This is his job—to protect the kid, no matter how many times he screws up.

"I got you," Dick says, voice rough but steady. He extends his hand, eyes locked on Jason’s, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. “Just… just grab my hand. You’re gonna be okay.” Jason’s hand slips just as Dick’s fingers brush his wrist. He gasps, eyes widening in horror. “NO—”

But it’s too late. With a terrifying lurch, Jason’s grip fails completely. For a split second, it feels like time itself stops as Jason plummets from the building, his body twisting mid-air.

Dick’s heart skips a beat. His stomach drops. He can’t breathe as he watches Jason fall, the gap between them widening with every passing second. He tries to reach, his fingers barely grazing Jason’s fingertips.

“No... NO!”

But it’s too late.

Jason’s body disappears from sight into the dark void below, swallowed by the storm.

For a long, agonizing moment, Dick stands frozen, his breath caught in his throat, his hand still outstretched as if it would do any good now.

He’s gone.