Jason felt the weight of his past mistakes pressing down on him. Overwhelmed was an understatement. A pang of nostalgia for San Francisco hit him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the memories of Slade's torment. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine. He longed for Rose's presence, but it felt like a distant memory now. In his mind, Jason had faced death and returned, yet he felt no sense of victory. The fear still clung to him, wrapping around him like the suffocating grip of the Lazarus Pit.

Knowing that Dick would come after him, Jason braced himself for the inevitable showdown. He was well aware of Dick's intelligence and resourcefulness. What caught Jason off guard was when you appeared. It had been ages since he last saw you, and a part of him still held a soft spot for you. Despite his inner turmoil, Jason's gaze hardened as he met your eyes. He felt a twinge of fear, a desire to protect you from the darkness that consumed him.

"Why are you here?" Jason's voice quivered slightly as he pointed his gun at you. "This is not your fight. Dick doesn't understand. I'm doing what needs to be done for Gotham. I'm not the enemy here," he pleaded, the weight of his conflicting emotions evident in his eyes.