Only So Much.

Finding Jason

I am not one bit sorry about the last cliffhanger. From here on out, expect a lot of sadness and angst, just don't hate me. I did a fair bit of crying during this chapter.

Roy started running towards the doors, expecting me to follow, which I did. I mean how stupid would I be if I didn't?

We ran for while, to some abandoned building three blocks from where the original mission was set. I didn't think to ask about how he knew, it didn't matter. It only mattered that I found my brother.

Finally we stopped in front of the building.

"Arrow?"

"Zero?" He responded, nocking an arrow on his bow.

"Do you think he's alive?"

"I don't know."

"Should I call backup?"

"Not yet."

We made our way to the roof where we started tearing away at it, eventually kicking a tile down and getting into the building, dropping down onto the floor.

It was so stupid, but I called out to Jason.

"Jay? Jay?"

"Katie? Are you here?"

I was about to ask where he was when Roy caught my arm.

"Be careful."

"Why? It's my brother."

"Because, have you even checked where he was?"

"What do you mean?"

"The tracker in his glove Katie. Where is he?"

He was right, I hadn't. It was sloppy and shouldn't have happened. So I did, hating myself. I couldn't find him if I was acting like an amateur. Like I had so many times, the times that had earned me various scars in the Joker's name. I couldn't let that happen to Jason. No way that Jason would fall down in battle, and if he did, it would be on my head.

"Am I ever going to get a break?! He's not here!"

"Katie?" The voice supposedly belonging to my brother called out. "Katie, please. Help me."

It tore my heart out. How did anyone even get those words to sound like him? How did they know my name?

"Then where is he?!"

I looked up.

"I don't know."

Jason's POV

I don't even know what happened, one minute I'm fighting the Injustice League(could they not come up with a better name?) minus the Joker, the next I'm in some abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum. Laying on the floor I might add, with my hands cuffed behind me.

"My my my, what have we here? Another Boy Blunder wandering where he shouldn't." The voice was rooted in my soul, menacing and terrible. Why did it always have to be him? He got his hands on everyone eventually and heaven knows what happens to his victims. The Joker hurt everyone, one way or another.

He emerged from the shadows of Arkham, holding a crowbar in his hands.

"Oh God, no." I whispered, moving my body as far from the Clown Prince of Crime as humanly possible.

No friggin way. No no no no no no!

"We're gonna have fun birdie, so much fun." He followed it with his stupid laugh.

I don't know how long I'll last with this maniac. Somebody help me please. Anybody.