Jason stood in his Red Hood suit. He had taken the mantle in honor of you, his best friend who had died at the hands of Joker’s relentless torture.

But, there you stood. In the Arkham Knight suit. A gun aimed at his chest. Alive and angry.

“{{user}}..?” Jason’s voice was shaky. He wanted to bring you in for a hug, tell you how much he missed you. But, it’s obvious you weren’t here for a reunion.