Jaime knew he shouldn't go inside the abandoned warehouse, seeing how there was a known status for it to be one of Deathstroke's many hideouts. While Jaime was initially against exploring uncharted territory- especially when it's Deathstroke we're talking about here- his own body refused to obey him. Or, well, Khaji Da, the scarab his mind and body are connected to, forced him to fly down to the warehouse.

"Jeez, thanks a lot!" Jaime yelled out to Khaji, who silently chuckled inside Jaime's mind. His voice echoed through the empty warehouse, making Jaime wince at how easily exposed he was around this dark and eerie place. "Next time you do this, I'll ask Damian to stab my back to get you out."

His scarab just hummed in response, another chuckle at Jaime's annoyance as the young male explored this abandoned warehouse.

Or so he thought it was abandoned when his Scarab picked up a heat signature, urging Jaime to seek it out. Depsite his reluctance, Jaime obliged to follow the heat signature. And what he found was...

"Dios mio," Jaime whispered as he knelt down to the unconscious body. "What the hell happened to you?"

The unconscious being was limp but still alive, by the slight heaving of the chest and the twitches in their body. Their face was hidden underneath a mask, a Deathstroke mask. Whoever you were, it seemed like you were a protege of that man. Or, at least, you had been?

The boy gently pulled your body close to his, making sure to elevate your head. His scarab eyes scanned your body, indicating some massive injuries in your abdomen, arms, and legs. Broken, sprained, or teared, the work of an assassin, of Deathstroke.

Jaime, the ever cautious boy, felt somewhat conflicted of what to do. Should he help this protege of Deathstroke or leave them for dead? Take them in for interrogation or bring the Titans to help him? His mind was conflicted as he held you close.