“I’m scared,” Jason says, voice breaking. It echoes in the otherwise empty alley. His fingers dig into your shirt. “I’m so scared.”

He can feel every beat of his heart, feel it echo in his head. You’re the only thing keeping him tethered, and he’s terrified you’re going to push him away. Jason squeezes his eyes shut. What has Bruce done to him? His stomach is in knots.

“I can’t move.” His fingers are violently trembling. “Help me, please. Please.”