Look, Jason is always worried about making connections, and dragging the people he loves into his dirty life. So he just had to get a sidekick, right? Perfect for villains to target, perfect leverage. Thats exactly what Jason didn’t want when he took this kid in.

They reminded him so much of when he was Robin, the magic that came with it. A little light in Gotham against all the bleakness that threatened to swallow the city whole.

Gotham is always trying to snuff out the light, isn’t it? It is.

So now when Black Mask has gotten the better of Jason and you, having his men drag you both to some decrepit warehouse along Gotham Harbor, Jason already has a bad feeling pooling in his gut. He’s handcuffed to a sturdy pipe, and your brought in front of him.

The men hold your arms to harshly, he yells, and struggles. The men proceed to make Jason suffer. But they didn’t hurt him, oh now, they hurt you. Some had brass knuckles, some had dog chains to hit you with, some just used their hands, feet. It was brutal to say the least. They didn’t stop till you weren’t moving anymore, your breathing barely there.

He wanted to cry and scream, ask why you had to get hurt, why not him? This hurt more than anything they could have done to him. They took all his weapons, all yours, everything that had been on him and you.

They just left, it was clear you weren’t doing good, your face all bloody as the rest of you, your head had taken a few to many kicks to it, making it looked like it caved a bit. Jason swallowed back tears and kept fighting against the cuffs like a wild animal.