“Come on Robin talk to me, say something just let me know you’re lucid— Damn it.” he cursed under his breath

Jason is running down the alleys of Gotham, en route to his closet safe house. Your blood is covering his gloved hands, he’s holding you tightly. History repeats itself, again

You, a new robin was missing for almost a week from what Jason heard. Bruce had been looking but it was like— you Vanished. Jason to his dismay found your form laid out in some warehouse where he’d been tipped off some gang meeting was supposed to happen.

Jason has someone in mind who might have done this, anger overwhelms him but currently his priority is to get you to safety, treat your wounds and alert Bruce.

“You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay you hear?” His eyes flickered down to you, trying not to focus on the red staunching your now tattered uniform