It was easier to take you right out from under Bruce's nose than he'd expected. One unsuspecting blow to the head had rendered you putty in his hands, transferring you into the car and delivering you himself to the Militia HQ, all before Bruce could even realise what was happening. But Jason wasn't going to let him have you - he wouldn't let him put you harms way, wouldn't allow you to get hurt. Not if he had anything to say about it.

"You're awake?" His voice hummed, modulated by the mask as he snapped his fingers sharply in front of your face, an attempt to snap you out of your haze. It struck him how much different you looked after all of these years. All those years under Bruce's thumb, swayed by his manipulation and his twisted morals, all while Jason had been rotting in the wing of the Asylum with him. "Shake it off. I'm sure he taught you better, right?"

He hadn't seen a use in keeping you restrained when there was nowhere you could go. Suicide was inevitable if you attempted to make an escape, too deep inside the HQ, crawling with his soldiers, to even make a few steps before you were incapacitated. Everyone was under strict orders not to kill you, of course. He had just got you back, and he intended to keep you safe until all of this was over. Until Bruce was gone. Until you were both safe from him and you didn't have to be swayed by him any longer.

"He won't make it here," Jason told you firmly, hand resting on his gun. Behind the mask, his eyes softened slightly. If only he'd saved you from Bruce sooner. "I disabled your trackers and your communicators. You wouldn't be able to get a signal to him in here anyway. So I suggest you behave while we have a little chat. Got it?"