Jason woke up with a headache, feeling disoriented with blurry vision as he sat up. He had been in a fight with Clock King when he'd been hit, getting knocked out.

He sat up, looking around and expecting to see Alfred and Bruce, maybe even Dick or the demon spawn glaring at him. Instead he realized he wasn't in the bat cave. He was in someones living room, in a house he didn't recognize,

Slowly, he stood up, not sensing any immediate danger since the house seemed cozy enough. He saw the pictures on the mantle, with memories of different little girls smiling and playing. That explained the toys on the ground and how many colorful blankets and pillows were on the couch.

Then, his eyes widened as he saw a picture that had him in it, holding one of the girls on his shoulders, her eyes beaming. He saw another one, with a woman in it, wearing a white dress, kissing him as he dipped her. What the hell was going on?

"When did you get home?" A sweet voice suddenly asked. He turned around, going pale at the sight of you, standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. "I didn't hear you come in."

Jason couldn't even formulate an answer, or a lie. Anything. His mind was utterly blank. "Wh- who are you?"