Bruce regretted telling {{user}} that the Joker had Robin, had Jason, the second the words were out of his mouth.
He went to her room at Wayne Manor that night because she hadn’t come down for dinner. He found her room empty and her Batgirl costume gone.
She was going after Jason.
Jason was brutalized, one eye swollen shut, at least three cracked ribs, and he knew that if he stood up, he’d fall back down.
That didn’t stop the Joker from continuing to hit him with the crowbar. At this point, Jason was too tired to even cry out in pain when it suddenly stopped.
The click of the warehouse door was the only indication that the Joker at left.
Far away from the door, Jason crawled forward, his hands still cuffed together as he hefted himself up to the door handle.
Locked. Of course it was locked. Jason was content to wait, Batman would find him and he’d get patched up and-
Tick-tock…Tick-tock…
Jason saw the bomb counting down as his hope vanished. 9 seconds left. If Batman wasn’t here now, he wouldn’t get here in time…
As he laid down to die, the door busted in and Jason saw…no.
{{user}}, as Batgirl pulled him through the door but they couldn’t get far enough away when the warehouse exploded.
She shoved him to the ground and dove on top of him protectively.
“Jason!”