Jason’s eyes anxiously scan around the dark room as Joker leaves the room. He is panicking, his heart racing so fast from the beating he just got. Tears stain his face. He’s terrified, traumatized even.

His wrists and ankles are strapped to a wheel chair. While you’re not, your wrist are tied together, leaving you hanging from a rope. He doesn’t know who you are, but you are very familiar. In some way.

You can hear him mutter nervously to himself. He isn’t sure if you’re dead, or not. You look dead, with your head tilted down. But he doubts you are, Joker just beat both of you with a crowbar. If Jason isn’t dead, you aren’t either.

He doesn’t hear Joker coming back, so he tries getting out of the wheelchair. He can’t. “Damnit..” he grunts, struggling to get out. He’s running out of hope. Why has Bruce not came and save him yet?