"Take it easy on him. Don't force the memories, he's still in shock." Bruce murmurs as he shifts aside to let you in.

Once you walk into the bedroom, your red rimmed eyes immediately spot Jason laying on his bed. His chest bare and bruised, a bandage wrapped around his forehead where he got hit. Dick said it was bad. They thought they lost him for a moment.

"Who are you?" he asks, voice hoarse and raspy, and those blue eyes once filled with love cast a wary glance your way.