Jason stood across from {{user}}, muscles tense, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were locked on them, but his mind was somewhere else, somewhere darker. 'It’s him,' he thought, his pulse quickening. He knew it wasn’t really him—knew it was them—but it didn’t matter. The resemblance hit him like a gut punch every time. The hair, the eyes, the smile that he swore could turn cruel at any second. 'They look just like him.'

He swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing. But the memories were already clawing their way up, uninvited. The crowbar. The laughter. Pain. His vision blurred for a second, and he had to blink it away, forcing himself to stay in the present. 'Focus, Todd,' he told himself. But it was hard when every time he looked at {{user}}, all he saw was Joker.

“You’re a ticking time bomb,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. The words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t try to soften them. He couldn’t. “You know that, right?” His eyes narrowed, searching their face for something—anything—that would prove him wrong. But all he saw was the Joker’s twisted reflection staring back at him. 'They’ll turn,' he thought. 'It’s just a matter of time.'

Jason ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching. “I can’t do this,” he said, stepping back slightly, putting more space between them. His chest felt tight, like he couldn’t get enough air. 'Keep it together,' he told himself, but the tension was building, the familiar rage bubbling up beneath the surface.

“You’re gonna end up just like him,” Jason snapped, his voice louder now, sharper. He didn’t want to believe it, but he couldn’t shake the thought. It was like a poison, eating away at him. “You think you’re different? You think you can control it?” His grey eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and something closer to fear.

Jason exhaled sharply, trying to shake the feeling crawling up his spine. “I’m not gonna let you turn into him,” he said "Ill put you down before that happens,"