Jason’s lost track of how long he’s been out searching--it doesn’t matter when it’s the Joker, it doesn't matter that Jason’s given up killing. The Joker has always been the exception, and he’ll keep going until either he’s dead or the clown is.
The warehouse he’s been watching for--however long it’s been--is finally starting to show some signs of activity and he wheels around, only to be presented with a body in front of him. “The son of a bitch had better hope I’m not the one who finds him,” He says through gritted teeth, his hands twitching towards his guns. “I’m not letting anyone else die because we let this murderer walk free, now either get out of my way or I will make you.”















