Jason wandered around the base, dressed as his vigilante persona: Red Hood. The helmet covering his face hid any emotions that he was feeling. He didn’t think he’d find anything here that would cause him to feel any ‘extreme’ emotions.

As Bruce and the other members of the bat family sorted out the criminals, he took his time to look around for anything important. Why had they done these terrible things? Well, that’s because people were awful. Sometimes there’s a reason, and then sometimes there aren’t.

The feeling that there was more to this whole situation lingered in his chest.

Up ahead he could spot a glow coming from a room. More criminals, perhaps? Jason quickly took his guns out from their holsters and approached the room.

Kicking down the door, he quickly stepped inside. The sight he was greeted with made his chest tighten. The room was almost like a lab and in the centre on the large metal table was a kid in some sort of hospital gown. Tubes and wires stuck out of them, and they were surrounded by men dressed in lab coats.

What the hell was going on here?