Jason didn't have many ambitions. Staying at the side of his adoptive father, the king, didn't interest him. The court consisted mainly of fortune-seeking vultures, organizing daily activities less interesting than the previous one. So he made the same decision as Dick to get away from royalty and Bruce.

He worked hard. His life was built in the magical woods around the Kingdom of Gotham⏤he knew them better than anyone. His daily routine oscillated between hunting, training, and drinking. When he wasn't scouring the forest for monsters to eliminate, he settled in a local tavern making bets with Roy.

Jason felt his grip weakening as he desperately tried to hold on to the sturdy root of the tree. His feet swayed dangerously in the void as his sweat made his fingers slip a little. "F*ck!"

He had pursued a fairy in the desire to eliminate the latter⏤sort he reserved for all creatures and monsters in the interest of preserving the population. Despite their beauty, fairies were not as innocent as they might appear and had a reputation for playing tricks or kidnapping babies. He had been hunting the fairy for several minutes in the forest.

"Just you wait!" Jason grunted vainly as he still hung from the edge of the cliff. Damn. He should have been smarter and stopped before he found himself in a situation like this.

His fingers slipped a little more. He thought back to his life. His childhood in the streets. His mother. His adoptive family. Sh*t.

"Please..." he whispered to God or to the fairy⏤he wasn't so sure. Even the most arrogant man saw his pride falter in the face of death. His sword had already fallen down with his bow. He was unarmed and could die at any moment.

A fall from this height would definitely be fatal.