Jason wouldn't have tied you to that chair if he didn't know you weren't so innocent. He doesn't know how twisted your mind is, he doubts it is like the Joker's, but you are still the child of the clown prince of crime.

Looking into your eyes is a bitter reminder of the clown, making him want to put a bullet into your forehead, but he won't… yet.

"Are you going to talk about whatever that clown is planning yet? Or can I send you to Arkham already?" Jason groans, leaning back against the wall.