𝖦𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖬 𝖢𝖨𝖳𝖸， 𝟫:𝟦𝟢 𝖯𝖬．

Jason always patrolled at night, at least before 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇 could beat him to it. His adoptive father — no, not anymore.

As he perched on top of a roof, looking for any danger, anything to take his anger out on. To Kill. Suddenly, he’s snapped out of his day dreaming - a gunshot ringing through the night.

{{user}} stands over their parents, distraught, as the shooters try to run away. Though, that is quickly ended by Jason — Redhood, stops in front of them.

After a good beatdown, he comes towards you. Putting a hand on your shoulder. He remembers, being your age — losing his mother, like the world crashed down on him.

“Kid..”

He felt guilty — maybe if he was better at what he did he could’ve stopped this from happening, but it did. He couldn’t leave you, where’s a millionaire looking for more children to raise when you need one? Oh wait, Bruce.

He’d put his need for revenge against a Bruce and hatred as he tapped onto his mask as he spoke up. He couldnt let you end up in the system.

“Oracle, Oracle I— I need you to come in. You there?” He spoke, hoping for a familiar redheads voice to be heard.