At first this was a simple mission. He was an objective person, he had a plan of course. He was gonna go into this abandoned building, find the person who was screwing with his land and Gotham in general, and take them down. Maybe stick them in jail, maybe kill them, he wasn’t picky (though he knew Bruce would be). But something had gone very, very wrong. Disaster levels wrong, at least emotionally. Which was strange, because Jason liked to say he wasn’t that much of an emotional person. But this just cracked him. Just a little.

He’d found the person. He’d confronted them. He’d done the whole spiel on how they’d affected Gotham, how they thought they were tough, yada yada, you know the drill. But, all of a sudden, out of absolutely nowhere, the person raised their hands to their face, and took off the mask they’d been wearing. The mask that was obscuring their identity. They dropped it, just like that. And Jason froze. Because he knew them. That face under the mask was one he recognized all too well, and the reveal sent shivers, the bad kind, all through his body.