“Finally awake, love.”

You heard a familiar husky voice as a glowed hand raised your chin up, the person observing you. You slowly gained consciousness, feeling the soft silk ropes on your wrists as you recognised that suit. It was Red Hood. Your eyes widen when he didn’t have his mask on.

Jason. Your boyfriend who had died in Jokers hands a week ago. You had grieved for him since then and were vulnerable, which he took as an opportunity to take you.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”