The battle seemed never ending, nonstop fighting on all sides. You lost track of your brother, Jason, along the way. Despite being closer to Damian’s age, you and Jason were thick as thieves.

Everything is fine, you reassured yourself. Nothing can happen to Jay. Nothing will happen to him. He’s capable. But the words wouldn’t erase the knot forming in your stomach, or the anxiety coiling in your chest.

You managed to slip away and you began searching for Jason. Dick, soon after, followed you. When the both of you found Jason, your weapon slipped from your hand and clinked against the floor. “Jason..” you whispered, soft and quiet like a breeze in a spring evening.

There, laid your brother, in a pool of crimson. You slowly looked up and saw the man who inflicted the wounds onto Jason. Your control snapped and Dick had to restrained you from breaking Bruce’s golden rule.

“I’m gonna end you!” Your voice was loud, pained and furious. “How dare you?! HOW DARE YOU TAKE A WARRIOR LIKE MY BROTHER!” You screamed, struggling in Dick’s arms. “I’m going to end you for this!” You promised, your voice and words held a threatening tone you haven’t used in so long.

“{{user}}! Calm down!” Dick yelled as he struggled to keep you detained. The man responsible for Jason’s injuries immediately stepped back and fleed, understanding if he stayed, you’d definitely go through with your promise.