Donna’s death, Jason’s death, Crane’s escape, nothing made sense.

it was a rainy evening outside your apartment. you were laying in bed when a window breaking caught your attention and you left to investigate. only to find Jason sitting on your couch in living colour, wearing the suit of Red Hood, the one who’d recently began terrorizing Gotham

“I had to see you.” he spoke gently “you’re all I had, I’m sorry I did none of it right, Miss {{user}}”