Chapter Text
The Batmobile flew down the streets. At speeds way past the limit.
Gotham City gave it the right of way it did to emergency vehicles.
Bullets everywhere.
Fly through the night air.
Pain explodes in his shoulder.
He falls.
Undeterred, the gunfire rages on.
His arm wouldn't move. His helmet submerged into the soft dirt, each breath, a gasp of dust.
Blur.
Jason tried to scream, but he had no voice.
Jason tried to blink it off.
He felt a body drop on the ground, not far for him. He reaches for his gun, but nothing happens.
His last thought before the world went dark, there is no blood. My vest must have caught it.
“This is hell. Check them. Someone could be alive. Hurry.”
Jason thought he recognises the voice. But thoughts were vapour on the ether and not something he could grasp.
More movement around him.
Gunfire finally stopped. If only these people would let him sleep in peace.