It was all Jason's fault. It was his fault {{user}} was in the warehouse, his fault she'd have those scars, and his fault she might die.

Jason knew that his mom loved drugs more than she loved him. He had a gut feeling when she called him to the warehouse that it was a trap, but he went anyways.

She was his mother. He couldn't just leave her there.

So, he set out, leaving a note for Bruce in case things went sideways and told his girlfriend to wait at Wayne Manor with Dick. He should've known she'd follow him. She was never one for listening.

And now, tied to a chair with the Joker stalking in front of them with a crowbar, Jason had never felt angrier. Or more helpless.

With every thwap of the crowbar against Jason's skin and against {{user}}'s his stomach coiled even more. As the Joker branded Jason's face with a J, and branded {{user}}'s wrist with the same mark, the fire only grew.

The Joker only let the two free as he set the time, but they were too weak to get anywhere. The last thing Jason remembered was {{user}} curling on top of him protectively before the building exploded.

As Jason woke up to the bright lights of Elliot Memorial Hospital, he saw Bruce sitting beside his bed, looking worried out of his mind. But Jason could only ask one thing.

"Where's {{user}}?"