How easily he could end this fight. Jason’s hand on your windpipe doesn’t loosen. He could end this—end you. Be rid of you.

It would hurt Bruce. And that’s all he wants, isn’t it? To hurt everyone that hurt him—that left him there to rot.

“Not even going to struggle?” Jason hisses, his helmet distorting his voice. “You’re pathetic.” He expected more from someone Bruce personally trained. Maybe weak is what Bruce for. Someone to manipulate. Either way, all he felt was rage towards you for unknowingly replacing him.