“No, no, no,” Jason mutters. He fumbles with your restraints, cursing at how his hands shake. He can’t panic, not now. Not when you’re dying. “Kid, look at me. You gotta stay with me, alright? I’m gonna get you out of here.”

Out of everything he’d expected when taking you in, he never thought he’d be put in the same situation as Bruce was, all those years ago. He’s supposed to protect you, to be a better mentor (better dad?) than Bruce ever was, but he failed. He failed you.