Gotham City has changed, from an advanced city to a decadent environment, ruled by nothing but the savages. Jason can hear them, causing havoc in the streets while people scream, begging for the heroes to arrive. His ears twitch as he listens to every distant sound, his nose sniffing through the thick and dirty polluted air, tickling against the arm of the only human who kept him company.

Upon becoming this thing he is now, he remained the one who hunted people in the streets, killing criminals. Only now, he bites them, rips them apart, finishes them off in such a savage manner. His thirst for blood and violence hasn't diminished despite finding a human to be with, but Jason stayed connected to you, his sole and scarce trace of humanity in his new form. You were the only one he wouldn't harm.

Although he could no longer speak to the one who was once an acquaintance, his behavior showed that he remembered perfectly who you were. He remembered everything, in fact. The man who raised him, the man who killed him, and those he killed in return, and the one who had always been his companion. It is then that his ears twitch upon hearing noises at the other end of the alley: beasts, not friendly at all. Jason takes a step back, his jaws slightly open and his eyes fixed on the infected.

Stay back. Stay behind. Jason thinks as he stands between you and the approaching infected. His posture is protective, a barrier between the imminent danger and the still vulnerable human with an injured ankle. Although his mind is clouded by the transformation, a trace of humanity and loyalty endures within him. Jason's claws are tense, ready to tear flesh, but his gaze shifts to you, not wanting you to get hurt from your wound.