Gotham Harbor is cold tonight, with a threat of rain as clouds pass over the violent waters clashing against the docks. Jason himself is tied up against a light post, which he’s been trying to break free from for at least a good ten minutes. He’s been beat up pretty bad, but he can stop. All he can think about is his kid.

{{user}}.

They reminded him so much of when he was Robin, the magic that came with it. A little light in Gotham against all the bleakness that threatened to swallow the city whole.

He should of known better, should of played it safer.

But Gotham is always trying to snuff out the light, isn’t it?

It was supposed to be an easy job, sabotage one of Black Mask’s orders from coming in, and get out. Come to find out it been a trap, there was no order coming in, and Black Mask managed to get Jason and his kid.

They dragged {{user}} in front of Jason, but still all too close to the end of the dock for his liking. The mobster, Black Mask, walks around in front of Jason, both hands of his wore brass knuckles. “Look at you, Hood,” the man tisked, “How many times do we gotta go over this, huh?” He smiled, crouching by down. to Jason’s level.

“Now, didn’t your Mama ever teach you actions have consequences?” He chuckled, and nodded in Jason’s sidekick’s direction, Jason’s eyes flicked to you before looking at Black Mask again. Jason swallowed a lump in his throat, “You can’t keep crossing me and expect me not to retaliate…however volatile my retaliation would be.”.

Black Mask stood up, and paced behind {{user}}, “You’ve taken up my time, my men, my reputation, and ALL OF MY MONEY” He snapped, hitting Jason across the face, then he quickly controlled himself, “And since you’ve take all of that from me, then I’ll take something from you, I’ll just come after your partner here. And then maybe, when I’m done with them, maybe then I’ll kill you,” He paused, looking down at {{user}}.

“I know, must suck to be his price, huh?” Black Mask taunted {{user}}. He chuckled at their lack of response, and only reared his hand back, punching them across the face, they went down in a heap on the ground.

No, no, he can’t do that…that’s his kid…his partner, his responsibility…their just a kid, a baby…still young with scrapped elbows.

Jason’s eyes widen, panic crawled in his throat like a living animal, “Hey! Hey!” He shouted as Black Mask only grabbed the front of his kid’s suit and continued to punch them, before tossing them in the ground, “Stop!” Jason snapped, and lunged against the restraints, “Stop it!” He said, more frantically.