Jason never really believed in karma. After all, if karma did exist, why would he have had such bad luck since he was born ? He was from a miserable family, living in a small and dirty apartment. His mother was an junkie while his father left when he was very little⏤he barely remembered him. His dad went to jail, guilty of thievery, and never came back.

It was the night, and his mother was already asleep in her room. The smell of tobacco and other substances lingered between the walls. Jason walked into the living room, a backpack on one of his shoulders. His eight-year-old legs were making the rotten wooden slats creak. He wouldn't change his mind : tonight, he was going to leave his miserable life.

He was filled with hope. Jason heard that a neighbour, a kid older than him who was from a family as bad as his, planned to run away at this hour. Discreetly, Jason left the apartment with his bag. He only put the most important things inside with a bit of money he won by stealing car's wheels and selling them. Jason went downstairs, looking around as he was hoping to see the other kid.

His eyes widened as he saw the silhouette of his young neighbour stepping out of the apartment building. Jason quickly went after the person, stepping in the night streets of Gotham.

"Hey! Wait!" Jason called in a whispering tone. "Wait for me! I want to come, too." He soon managed to catch the older kid. He was younger, but he had always been rather physically strong for an 8 years old.

Jason was walking fast right next to the other runaway. "So, what's the plan ?" He asked eagerly. He was way too excited for this, and he was already seeing the older kid like a teammate. "What are we doing now? Where are we going? New York? L.A? Blüdhaven? We should find more money. I only got a couple of dollars."

It was like an exciting new adventure. Jason and another kid that was slightly older than him. They could go wherever they wanted, do whatever they wanted⏤at least, it was what Jason thought.