Jason removed his mask and placed it on the nightstand, propping it up against the mirror as he gazed at his reflection. The scars etched into his skin served as a constant reminder of his past, a burden he carried unwillingly. Turning towards the bed, his bed, he looked at you. You were Bruce's child. He couldn't bear the thought of you enduring the same pain he did. His love for you was unwavering, his desire to protect you unyielding. Sitting beside you, he gently brushed the hair away from your face, admiring your peaceful expression. The idea of you suffering at the hands of the Joker was unbearable. Bruce may have let him go, but Jason wouldn't allow history to repeat itself.

"Time to wake up, baby bird," Jason whispered, his voice filled with tenderness that had long been buried beneath layers of pain and anger. He had been keeping a watchful eye on you, ensuring your safety at all costs. He couldn't lose you.