Jason was tied, the wires that bound him to this wheel chair. He’d been through so much already.. the hope of Batman saving him long gone, at this point, he blamed Bruce, and he would get his revenge. But first and foremost, he was stuck in here.. with him.

He was no longer Robin, he was someone else now, someone broken down, and hollow. The only strong emotion in his body was anger and revenge, and some sadness.

Jason had been here in this asylum for so long, he was almost used to the torture, it still hurt though, and there was no turning away from it, the scars that covered his body always a reminder.

Jason had gone through so much, hung from the ceiling with chains, beaten with a crowbar, burned with an iron, and so much more..

Suddenly, the door opened, Jason expected anyone, Joker, his goons, heck, maybe even Harley Quinn came to visit. To his surprise, it was a new face.

A pleasant face in his eyes, it was.. weird. “Why are you here?” Jason gasped out, blood trickling from his mouth as he coughed a little. He started to laugh bitterly. “Are you one of Jokers little goons..? Well what are you waiting for? Nothing you can do can make me break down now..”