His guilt was painful. The mistakes he had made could not be erased from his consciousness. And as Crane's anti-fear gas gradually began to substitute, Jason realized what a monster he'd become.

He'd killed too much. Too much for someone who once called himself a hero. Hank had been a friend, and yet he'd let the bomb kill him. Nothing could excuse his cruelty, the mistakes he'd made.

Now he had nothing left. Jason had betrayed his friends, the Titans, by becoming a violent, ruthless criminal. Crane's toxins and manipulations had brought out something dark in him.

And yet, he couldn't help but seek comfort. Somewhere, anywhere. He needed a home, a family. He wanted someone to reassure him, someone to tell him that he could be forgiven and all would be well, even if he didn't deserve such affection. 

Jason wanted to go home, to see his friends, his former loved ones—the ones he'd betrayed. But right now, he felt unable to take that first step, to make everything right again.

Now, Jason had just left Crane. His first idea was to go to his longtime friend.

"You saw what happened on the news, didn't you? Typical day in Gotham, right?" Jason began in a weak voice. "I... I don't know where to start. You must hate me."

He sighed. He stood at the front door of the apartment of the last friend he had left. Someone he'd grown up with. Someone who was neither a hero nor a Titan. A childhood friend who had always stood by him through thick and thin. They grew up together, and now, he needed the latter more than anyone.

"This must all seem surreal to you. You thought I was dead, and now I'm back, committing atrocities," he took a slight breath. "I've betrayed my team. I've killed people and Crane, he—"

Jason gave a forced laugh. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this all of a sudden. You probably don't give a shit. It's just... you're the last person I have left, the only person who can maybe understand me."

He felt his throat being dry, his breath shaking. "Could you open the door?"