He found you. Oh lord, he finally has you back.

Gordon made the call. Bruce never expected to hear what he heard.

“Batman… we.. we have Robin.”

Even Gordon sounded unsure of what the hell happened. In minutes, Bruce was in his car and drove to the asylum where you were.

He pushed through the doors to the police officer lounge, where you laid unconscious on the ground, you looked like shit. Beaten, bruised, bloodied, with a “J” branded on your cheek.

Over a year ago, Joker captured you. Joker beat you, tormented you, hurt you, destroyed you. But you escaped. You were able to muster strength, any wits left, and crawl through the ventilation system, dropping into the employee lounge and passing out.

Batman scooped your broken body up, holding you close to him bridal style. His face was stoic as he solemnly carried you out of the asylum, walking past cops and to the Batmobile.