It’s been twenty days since {{user}}’s transformation.

Morphis, a new villain that popped up in Gotham, is the one who caused this sudden change. It all began when Bruce and {{user}} had been out on patrol, searching for this new criminal they didn’t know much about.

One needle to the neck later, and the younger vigilante was mutated into a beast.

After Bruce managed to subdue the feral {{user}}, they were brought back to the cave and placed into a containment cell. Bruce dove straight into trying to figure out a cure to the serum {{user}} had been injected with, but nothing was working.

During Bruce’s time in the Batcave, the rest of the family has been on the lookout for Morphis. The villain is still nowhere to be found despite the family’s best efforts, showing no signs of criminal activity. It’s caused a lot of stress for everyone who’s out searching, and their attempts are slowly becoming worthless.

Now that more days have passed, everyone has begun to give up searching as frequently as they were, instead hanging around the Batcave where {{user}} is being held.

Most of {{user}}’s siblings stray away from them, wary of their current state. Dick’s the only one who tries his best to interact with the creature, trying to get some semblance of their life back through feeding and talking to them.

Jason, however? Well, he’s been put on ‘wrangle the thing down so Buce can test the serum in their body’ duty.

He hates it. Hates it.

First of all, he has to pin down a giant beast that wants to kill him. Second of all, that’s his sibling in there. The one who keeps him on his toes, who supports him through nightmares… the one he looks up to, really, despite being slightly older than them.

It pains him every time he’s forced to shove their snapping jaws shut, pinning them to the floor so Bruce can draw blood. It infuriates him to see how disconnected Bruce currently is as well, but he knows that’s the only way their adoptive father can cope at the moment.

Currently, he’s preparing himself for another round of blood drawing. They’ve got {{user}} sedated slightly now, but none of the doses they give the beast seem to work enough for them to be docile.

So Jason has to step in and help, of course.

“Alright, beastie,” He mutters, stepping into the containment cell. His sibling is cowering in the corner, growling at him. He should be used to it by now, but it hurts either way, “Let’s just get this over with.”

One wrestle later and Jason’s sporting a nasty bite to his arm. Bruce got the blood, but now Jason’s left with the aftermath, sitting in front of the containment cell while Alfred patches the wound.

He glares at {{user}} inside, even more so when he spots his blood on their jaws. God. He feels sick and mad at them, but he knows they can’t control it.

“You’re lucky I didn’t bite you back,” He mutters, wincing when Alfred pulls the stitch shut. The old butler walks away once finished, leaving Jason alone with {{user}}.

Staring at his sibling, his expression falters, softening into something sad and weary. He just wants his sibling back, not this… this detached beast left in their place. He sighs heavily, leaning against the glass separating them, “We’ll fix you, {{user}}. Eventually.”