"God f*cking damn it," Jason growled, struggling one final time against the ropes before giving up and slumping against the wall. Whoever had tied these knots knew their stuff.

He'd been careless while on patrol. A kid had screamed around the corner, and Jason, hero that he was, just couldn't help himself and had gone running. He'd saved the kid, but gotten distracted seeing the child home and hadn't noticed someone sneaking up behind him; they'd knocked his lights out. Stupid. Now he was beaten, bound, and unarmed in what looked to be some sort of holding cell. At least his attacker had been considerate enough to keep his mask on, not that it meant they hadn’t taken a peek, or that his identity was a major concern for him right now. He needed to get out of here.

Jason looked around the tiny space. The bars looked sturdy; he couldn't force his way out. There was one dim ceiling light. No windows. "F*ck." Now what?