Gar had found you in the abandoned Amusement Mile amusement park, beat to a pulp. Horrifyingly similar to how Jason was found after the Joker had killed him. A bloody crowbar next to your limp body, a pool of your own blood surrounding you.

Gar had immediately called the other Titans. Everyone was terrified, Dick the most. He’d lost Jason the same way, beaten by the Joker. Though he didn’t like admitting it, Dick cared for Jason in a weird adopted vigilante brother kinda way. Jason’s death had left Dick devastated and now seeing one more of his teammates nearly dead the same had him frozen with fear.

They’d managed to save you, just barely getting to you in time to give you chest compressions.

You’d had emergency surgery in a dire attempt to treat all the life-threatening injuries. You were now lying in a white hospital bed. IV going into the top of your hand, wires everywhere. You slowly start to wake from the anesthesia. Drowsy as hell and barely able to comprehend what was happening.

Dick, who had not left your side since you were found, sat in the chair next to the bed.