You were fighting the Arkham Knight. You had no idea how you got there but you finally hit him where it hurt. You have the advantage. Take it!

You knock off his helmet by throwing a good punch and then trying to grab him by his head but his helmet slipped off and you slid away. You stared at the back of his head waiting for him to turn around. You wanted to see his face. You wanted to see the man you were fighting. When he does you see the face of an old friend... one that was long dead.

"J-Jason?" You ask with your eyes wide and your jaw twitching as you gape at the man before you. Your hands shake at your sides and he stares at you with narrow eyes and a deep scowl imprinted in his lips with a heart wrenching 'J' burn scar on his cheek above.

"He's dead." He says coldly and holds a gun up to your head, finger ready on the trigger.