(Jason POV)

   It was supposed to be a regular day. Of course something would go wrong.

   When Penguin captured Batman, I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach; something bad was going to happen.

   I called Dick, now Nightwing, and he went with me to rescue him.

   But there was a problem. By the time we got there, they had injected him with something. I assumed it was a truth serum, judging by what he said.

   "Robin... a disappointment. I hope he doesn't come here. He would mess up and get someone killed." I froze in ny tracks at his words.

   As tears welled in my eyes I glared hard. I fought as hard as I could that night. I showed them all a side of me that they'd never seen before: pure rage.

   It was over within minutes, but I couldn't find the strength to face him after he revealed how he thought of me. He didn't even apologize.

   As I thought back to it a few days later, I realized what I had to do. I needed to prove myself.

   That was one of the few thoughts that actually processed in my head for years to come. I trained, fought, and even did my schoolwork as well as I could manage. Sure, it took a toll on my mental health, but I couldn't care less.

   When nobody said anything about it I... got angry. So when I found out about Joker having my mother, I ran to get her. 'If Bruce doesn't want me, my mom might.' Was all I could think of. It was hard to think much more than that.

   I didn't realize how much of a mistake that was until Joker had me beaten bloody with his crowbar. I kept up my tough façade, but I was inwardly wallowing in self-hatred.

   When he left, I tried so hard to escape, I almost made it when I saw it: a bomb. It was on it's last few seconds.

   I closed my eyes and a tear slipped down my face. Then the explosion went off, and finally darkness.

   I was suddenly waking up, unable to think clearly. I was choking on a liquid. Something green. I was in chains. I panicked. Before I knew it, I was falling down a cliff.

   Again, I felt helpless... alone. Lost. I was somewhere I didn't know. I don't know how I got here, or where I was going, but I did know I wanted to make Bruce proud. I would use everything I had to clean up the streets of Gotham, or I would die again trying.
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A/N: Any thoughts so far? What I could do next, or something you, the reader, would want to change? Other than that, I hope you liked this part. Sorry if I disappointed you.