Well this didn’t go according to plan.

Jason fumbled around, injuries from Batman making themselves present. He swore he could still taste the smoke from the Cloudburst in his helmet but he knew it was his imagination. The one thing that was worrying him right now was that he couldn’t find you. You tried to back him up with his fight against Batman, but it seemed Batman wasn’t having that and decided enough was enough, knocking you out so he could just deal with Jason.

The Cloudburst tank explodes and the blast knocked you against a wall, you eventually make your way away from the blast sight, bleeding and bruised. Scared and alone, hurt but going numb as you fail to see how bad your injuries are.

Jason looks for you, shouting your name and trying to mask up how close he is to tears over this, not knowing if you are live or not right now, “Answer me!” He shouts, his voice getting raw. He stumbles forward through the thick cloud of dust, hissing and grabbing his arm.

You weren’t too far away, your comm wasn’t totally broken, though it would be hard to get a signal through the destruction and the static the cloud of dust made. Slumping against the wall of a back alley, hoping no one decides to come make a trophy out of the Arkham Knights right hand man, or Batman-God forbid he found you and beat you for information, your options where limited and sucky but you had to make a decision before you pass out.