Jason's POV

I open my eyes then turn my head to look up at Alex, "hey.." I say still feeling groggy, probably from the tranquillisers they must have used when operating on me, she must have called them. As I said before, she's smarter than I thought, smart enough not to tell anyone anyone's IDs

"Jason I need to tell you something too." Alex says looking over at my helmet.

"What?" I ask.

She holds up a photo of a man in his 40's, "This is the man you're looking for and...he's my dad." She says and my eyes widen.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." I say trying to get up but my whole abdomen hurts and I lie back down wincing every time I breathe.

"You're not going to kill him, everyone except from Damian is out looking for him then they're putting him on death row where he'll finally pay for the 100's he's killed and for what he did to my head." She says and then starts talking again but I can't hear her since I'm too focused on my breathing and my breathing is getting harder by the second.

I then start to see black dots and my head starts spinning. The next thing I know my breathing is normal again and Damian is standing beside me fixing an oxygen mask to my face.

"Your breathing will be harder for the next few days, therefor you're on bedrest until you can breathe properly again." Damian says clearly amused with my state.

"Once I get out I'll fucking kill you, you little shit, I'll shoot you-"

"Jason, the only Robin that dies is you, now I suggest you shut up before I puncture your other lung." Damian says then leaves.

Alex looks at me, "I should go as well, let you rest." She says then looks down at the bandage around my upper abdomen, "When you came through that window and I found you, for a second I thought you were dead."

"Been there, done that, Alex I'm not going anytime soon." I say and she looks at me before smiling a sad smile then leaving.