The last thing you expected to see was Jason in your room, his red helmet sat on the desk. The last time you and your big brother had spoken, he'd been harsh and distant, leaving after saying some harmful things that really stuck with you. You had tried not to take it to heart - he was like that with everyone. Did the same thing to Dick and Bruce, but it still hurt.

Even now, he looks angry, and you feel like you're stepping on eggshells from his suprise visit.

"What's this about the Joker? He hurt you?" He almost growls, his narrowed eyes accessing every little bruise and injury on your body. You hadn't seen him in months, and this was the first thing he said? "This is why B should have never let you be Robin."